Warmer Climes

Old Frosty was a snowman And how he loved that snow! So crystalline, so pure and white; Each year he’d grow and grow! There are so many words for snow, A winter lover's dream, and all of them delectable, especially with cream! But Frosty isn’t happy With life lived in the freeze; He gazes in the mirror and He likes not what he sees. So Frosty took some action, Got terrible advice. The fix to all his problems: Carving up that ice. But when the next big snow blew in, The plan just turned to ash; The only thing not quite as big: His former pile of cash. The bitter pill to swallow, As is the case sometimes: Old Frosty needs a lifestyle change, A move to warmer climes.