Golden Snowflake BATTLE *pew pew*

Sticky snow was falling from the gray sky

It was so cold I thought I might keel over and die

I needed a warm drink before I breathed my last

For I did not want to be a thing of the past

Once I was feeling alive and ready to go

We decided to build man made of snow

Gloves for our finger, we each took a pair

And we all emerged from our warm winter lair

                                                                         

Rolling and rolling, that was the game

Until we had three spheres almost the same

Stacking them on top, he needed something more

We figured it out and down the road we tore

We stole a carrot from a horse man’s carriage

Then we grabbed as much coal as we could manage

And snagged a few twigs on our run back in

The snowman looked good with all his fixins

Oh No! We forget the most important last touch

It was the hat that we hated so much

For it belonged to the witch named Mrs. Fing

Someone snuck in and grabbed the dreaded thing

As we put it on the snowman’s head

He awoke quickly and to our surprise said:

“I see you young twits and I must thank you

I’m alive once more, away with you I shall do”

Screaming we fled and watched our whole life fly by

As the angry fat snowman was shouting “DIE DIE DIE”

I guess I was wrong the cold would not be my death

But this crazy snowman, tweaked up on meth.

Granma came out with a six inch barrel

To shoot the beast that was so feral

There was a BOOM and an explosion of snow

And an evil snowman there was no mo’