Open Poetry #12 |
My friend at Christmas |
Verma Member
since 1999-10-25
Posts 80Midlands, England |
My friend at Christmas I start to feel happy at this time of year, The reason being, that Christmas is near. This is the time that I gain a friend, He stays with me until his bitter end. Six feet tall, he stands so proud, His smile so big, he could be a clown. This friend of mine I truly love, Yet him I can’t touch without a glove. His arms so long, his body so wide, He always seems to be outside. My garden’s his home, as he stands all alone. Smiling away with his teeth of stone. “This year you should stay, you really should” But my friend slips away, from where he stood Old friend of mine, stay if you can, But he just grins as he melts, this elegant snowman. ~~STEVE~~ I know that i'm a couple of weeks late, but you know what they say "Better late than never".... |
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Parker Member Elite
since 2000-01-06
Posts 3129ON |
Very cool poem... My snowman is melting too, he's just so sad cause he was mugged 3 times. I guess they were jealous of his cool hat.... lol. anyway cool poem. Parker |
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