When that icy winter comes
and the chilly wind does blow
best stay indoors
as it's freezing down below
but enquiring minds need to know
who ploughs the roads
so the snowplough man can drive to work
and go to plough the snow?
Jack Frost has tossed
Green grass gone lost
He’s redecorated
Snow celebrated
As new carpet to walk
My muse is drunk this New Year’s Eve
Not caring about my desire to write
Slurring words ideas ruining peach poetry
As lit as fireworks in an onyx night sky
His cigar smells and as he yellow yells
Thinking it a funny whispered joke
Jack Frost a blue friend will sit a spell
Jack Daniel flowing down his throat
Eyes so red glassy seem to blur
His vision of the world this night
Ideals still fly high as a blue bird
Despite fluctuating laughs and cries
I offer him coffee strong and black
Same as his views when not drunk
He drops the cup it now has a crack
New Year’s Eve isn’t going to be fun
It’s Jack Frost . . .
The land around is snow embossed.
For warmth, spouses
Cling to each other in closed houses.
3rd place
Jocund jubilant Joyful Jack Frost
is ready to jump and jog on snow at any cost.
However chilled windy breeze to flow without break
or in frosty weather continuous drizzling snow flakes.
Shrewd, sly and savvy Jack Frost
Paints the world in shining icy ghost,
With his snowy glittering art,
Amidst his peers, plays a bright frosty part.
Jack Frost coughs he feels ill
And kinda off more than a chill
Jack Daniel’s introduced
No longer has the flu
Head spins sloppy drunk with thrill
A prank was pulled by Jack Frost
The whole countryside he embossed
He embroidered colorful fall leaves
From upon the ground, the farmer retrieves
Jack Frost, a mischievous sprite,
Makes people tremble with fright.
He controls air, water, ether and earth in his reign.
Poor Frost! When he faces fire, flees away from the domain.
Place: 2nd
Jack Frost’s icy tears due in part
Love affair he dared to care to start
She was a hot girl
With teeth like pearls
Named Summer who melted his heart
Jack Frost may bite one's fingers, nose and toes
but he's an artist, as everyone knows
Decorating windows and hedgerows
adding glitz and glamour to winter's rose.
Jack Frost only appears in wintertime
inspiring poet's poetic rhythm and rhyme
Doesn't earn a penny, or even a dime
never changing, Jack is still in his prime.
Once, in my garden, Jack Frost did appear
made a bush look alike a chandelier
I'll not forget, the memory so dear
that lives on in my mind from year to year.
Jack Frost’s filigree is pure poetry
with that I expect most folk would agree.
Poor old Jack Frost
out on his butt he was tossed
when springtime came dancing in
with sunshine taking the win.
Well, if ain't 'ol Jack Frost!
It's not the first time our paths have crossed,
and just like every Christmas past,
you'll do your best to freeze my ass.
I never cared for your ice or snowin',
Get along now, just keep goin'.
I’m so cool I’ll blow your hat off
Known in school as Jack Frost
Seasons greetings in my breeze
I’ve every reason to rustle your leaves
For you give cold a side eye glance
As if you hope for a summer romance
Haven’t you an eye for fashion and all
More is not less put it on don’t take it off
Or you will be frozen
If you don’t prepare for me
Don’t leave yourself open
Not into polygamy
Dry your eyes don’t cry
Frost is not forgiving
It’s snowy outside
I enjoy it it’s thrilling
Jolly jubilant Jack Frost jogs on snow
Wonder of winter shows snow in white glow.
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