The Woeful Snowman

The Woeful Snowman

In my garden I have made
A wonderful Snowman with my spade
A stripy scarf around his neck
A floppy hat upon his head
Stones for eyes, a carrot nose
And gram's old broomstick by his toes

***

Then one day a dog named Greg
Chomped at Snowman’s chunky leg
‘Leave me alone,’ the Snowman cried
Now he is leaning to one side
I prop him up with extra snow
T'was not the end I fear, oh no!

***

Coz one morn’ the wind had blown
Snowie’s hat away had flown
Now his head is oh so bald
Guess he must be feeling cold
I dig the hat out from the dirt
His misfortunes to revert

***

On Saturday, the sun came out
I realised with a sulking pout
The Spring-time I was longing for
Would melt my Snowie to his core
I study him and wonder where
He’ll go to when the ground is bare

***

The drip-drip sound from melting snow
To Snowie just another woe
His face has lost its features now
Carrot is aligned with brow
The hat, all soggy, on the ground
Where he once stood, a sorry mound

***

T’is not the end of Snowie’s tale
If he could, I’m sure he’d wail
A rabbit hopped, then sniffed at him
Discarded floppy hat with rim
A juicy carrot he found there
Ate it quickly, such despair!

***

My Snowman is forever gone
Daisies growing in my lawn
I knew that he would disappear
This is it, for another year
Springtime now I shall enjoy
And find myself another toy

© Copyright 2006 Anne M R Chiles - *published!* (UN: annemrc at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Anne M R Chiles - *published!* has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.