Tuesday, 11 January 2011

The Snowman

Unmoving he stood green with envy
As the children raced about
Browned off that he could not move
Grey clouds added to his blue disposition
He wished that he could throw their snowballs back
His round head smote with a resounding thwack
He almost saw red
Yet instead remained a resounding yellow
One almost knocked the hat off a passer-by
He was tickled pink when she shouted back
Something he could not do
A scarlet woman
But the once azure sky turned ashen
Laden with fresh snow
The coals for buttons glistened in the afternoon light
A panoply of colours, now just black and white.

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