Snowball

by Emily

Shel Silverstein

I made myself a snowball
as perfect as could be.
I thought I’d keep it as a pet,
and let it sleep with me.
I made it some pajamas
and a pillow for its head.
Then last night it ran away,
but first it wet the bed.

Absolutely brilliant. I normally don’t have much patience for rhyme but this is glorious.

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