Frightening Snowmen
Truly, in the heat of a hot,
scorching flame?
Two little snowmen,
sit about,
a campfire,
warming their hands.
Wait! My eyes,
bulge outward-
They are not warming hands,
but sticks,
fastened into,
marshmallow clouds,
that brown and drip.
Oh, well.
I couldn't be any more-
shocked- but, wait-
what is that?
A human approaches,
while one's raisin mouth,
widens, handing over,
the now burnt,
dripping cloud.
The person eats it.
Oh, my.
Will I ever be through
with this silly day?
I can't believe,
I received such a-
wait- what is this?
A new sight!
I think I might faint.
There, out behind a bush, trots,
a snowman dog.
Surely it must be,
a dog,
carved out of snow.
Like those two it doesn't melt.
Instead, it sits down to gnaw on,
its bone.
Oh . . . will I ever be free from all this?
My boss will never believe,
my story,
when I explain,
my reason for coming in
past my scheduled time.
I stopped to look at these-
no, that would never go. No.
I turned my back to the snowmen.
My gear I pushed to drive.
Then I cried out-
Beside me through the window,
two snowbirds,
flew right by me.
And . . . I couldn't not,
no, this wasn't-
couldn't be happening-
my car slowly turned quite cold.
I ran inside, breathing heavily.
Safe.
Oh, no.
Chills up my spine.
Literally freezing.
Literally.
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