Joyfully belting
are his competitors on the scene
Cheer and jubilation
at his indignation
YES! Finally spring is near
Each drop from his brow
as he takes his last bow
Adults giggle and dance with glee
We’re tired of salt
and for being at fault
For not moving to that warm climate, you see
So let the snowman melt
for we kicketh his pelt
His pain is our jubilee!
© 2014 by Mari
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