Pooch looked up at the towering snowman
dressed in a peppermint scarf and a stovepipe black hat
and said,
"Lord I know you want a snow-fight, but
your sense of humor is getting a little carried away*
don't you think! *
*as the snowman held a snowball the size of its head. ****
Stop the joking around I'm freezin
I'm ready,
Come on… *
Come on…
* T-h-r-o-w...it!
Just don't let it hurt."
12/18/2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem