Snowman

The snowman stood where snowmen stand, Where pure white snow now hides the land. Children’s hands conceived his birth, From winter’s blanket on the earth. The children played till day was done, With their new snowman, they had fun. But when night fell they all went home, And left poor snowman on his own. The snowman thought, ‘Oh what the hell’, I’d better use the snowman spell, So I can sing and dance and talk, And leave this place to take a walk. So “Abba Dabba Dabba Doo!”, He came to life like me or you. He danced for joy and sung a song, Then ran about the whole night long. At dawn he found he’d lost his way. But snowman law said he should stay, Where he’d been built when morning came, Or things could never be the same. There was, alas, naught he could do, Quite lost and cold and wet right through. He knew the punishment he feared, And right on queue his boss appeared. The snowman god from artic realms, Passed judgment on all misused spells. Justice was harsh and swift as well, The dreaded ‘mankind maker’ spell. So our poor snowman’s now like us, He’ll have to learn to swear and cuss. To live a lifetime on this earth, Not happy, joyful, snowman mirth. So take a tip from those who know, When standing lonely in the snow. When lost and cold and wet right through. Don’t wish for things you should not do. For if your god appears on earth, To judge your actions from your birth. There’s nowhere else for you to go, To keep you warm…except below! Ivor G Davies