Oh you gentle man of snow
Friend to Elmo Sprinkler and Garden Gnome
Bushy brows of celery stalks
A Dixie cup fez atop your jolly head
Now when I walk past the cold sliding door
Your elusive smile I see no more
We didn't pay heed to Tom Skilling's warning
That winter would have another warming
Friend to Elmo Sprinkler and Garden Gnome
Bushy brows of celery stalks
A Dixie cup fez atop your jolly head
Now when I walk past the cold sliding door
Your elusive smile I see no more
We didn't pay heed to Tom Skilling's warning
That winter would have another warming
1 comment:
why the blue type for poetry? nice work!
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