What happens to all snowmen,
Why the fake beards
As I sat upon his lap
And took his hard candy.
Now there only no in my noel.
But I fooled them in my
Berry reds and holly greens
Perpetual as prize ribbons
New Year breaks with bad breath
While the world awaits with
Its perfect white teeth
I run like a gnome.
Author Bio:
I was born in Walton-on-Thames, England in 1945, graduated from San Diego State University in 1977 BA in Philosophy, have been an educator most of my life and currently a high school teacher (planning to retire this year) in Tampa Bay where I live with my wife, Elba.