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.
Very interesting…
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A lovely post.
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Hahaha nice and cute rhyme, Shivashish.
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Thanks
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Welcome
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