Snowman

His charcoal black eyes seemed slightly near,
A twiggy grin spread from ear to ear,
A light frost covered his carrot nose,
With his branchy arms in open pose.
A red coloured hat sat on his head,
While a soft rope was his belt instead,
A yellow wool scarf lay on his chest,
The snowman did look his handsome best.
But with the hot sun he will go down,
And his melting face will wear a frown,
Then one evening he will soon be gone,
Turned to a bundle of snow forlorn.


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