Monday, January 23, 2012


Fourteen snowmen set out on a trip.
Two melted yesterday,
And one, on a banana, did slip

Eleven were left, out by a train
Four contracted syphilis
And one was crushed by a crane.

Six were left, out by the sun
But it was still cold,
And all graduated college, got jobs, and retired comfortably.


1 comment:

  1. Just like Frosty the Snowman, I believe that this sacrilege proselytes the demonic enlivening of inanimate flesh, which we all know is the realm of devilish black magicks.

    I don't truck with that, and I urge you repent of your wickedness, and accept that snow should not be made in a form of idolatrous profanity, and walk in the Light evermore.