Shel Silverstein

(September 25, 1930 – May 10, 1999 / Chicago/ Illinois)

Snowball - Poem by Shel Silverstein

I made myself a snowball
As perfect as could be.
I thought I'd keep it as a pet
And let it sleep with me.
I made it some pajamas
And a pillow for its head.
Then last night it ran away,
But first it wet the bed.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 7, 2010



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