Random Thoughts of a Disgruntled Snowman

Here I stand on the front lawn for all gawking passersby to see; A convenient spectacle on which neighborhood dogs choose to pee! I try to keep my cool (so to speak) as people make sport of me, With carrot nose, silly hat, arms formed from branches of a tree! A corncob pipe clamped between charcoal teeth shapes my face; I feel so ridiculous lounging here staring off into distant space. Its those little household terrors who made me who I am, Then they leave me to thaw in the sun not giving a tinkers damn! I would just as soon have remained anonymous in a snow drift by the fence, But if I may say so, I'm a handsome dude - that said in my own defense! Politically correct jerks call me a 'snow person' upsetting me so! Dang it! I'm a SNOWMAN and have been from generations ago! Its cold out here but I reckon they dare not light a flame, lest, It would hasten my doom which is so very tenuous at best! So passersby, enjoy me whilst you can before my certain demise, As I slowly sink to the ground liquefying right before your eyes! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired