​The snowman was tired of standing still

the winds blew his body chil

the pangs of avalanche he drill

but never  ever he got that thrill

at last verge was his will

the excitement  left was nill

he was turning  out ill

and began to fall off the hill

the warm sunlight  began to kill

yet he survived with great skill

he was taking the snow pill.

Then faded the years

he spend all his cheers

Gradually losing his ears

he grew his fears

finally the spheres

in the sky fades

and forr the first time he saw the barricades

the grounds were now arcades

he witnessed  the crusades.

Finally the  war ended

he had his  head defended

although his body blended

with the white and green rented

land and he rested

nested in the infested hell.


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