There once was a snowman named Paul
Quite sadly he had a great fall
When he landed on his head
They thought for sure he was dead
Paul Bearers they started to call
Rich the Ball Bearer
There once was a snow man named Rich
He wore no clothing not a stitch
His snow balls were big and round
yet they were not easily found
Can you help poor rich scratch his itch?
Note: No snow men or women were harmed in the writing of these poems.
Mind you it is possible that balls might have been scratched.
December 30th, 2017
For Eve Roper’s Upside Down World Contest
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2017
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