Mr Glisten Comes To Town

by
Paul Curtis


The snow has come its falling fast
Its time to dance about and cheer
Soon it will be time to build a snowman
I build the same one every year
 

When the snow is lying deep and fresh
I go to the cupboard in my room
Where I get his hat, gloves and scarf
And of course his birchwood

Mum says �don�t you stay out long�
But she knows that I don�t listen
She knows that it takes some time
To build the perfect Mr Glisten

 I always start in the same place
And make the body large and round
For his head I roll a smaller ball
Rolling it on the snowy ground

Soon he stands up taller than me
Rising up from the fallen snow
Each year it takes a little longer
As like me each year he grows

 Down his front go pebble buttons
From his neck down to the floor
His stick arms wear his gloves
Which don�t really fit him anymore

Then I put on his scarf and hat
His birch broom stands by his side
Marbles to make his eyes shine
And a stick mouth smiling wide

Last the carrot nose goes in place
And I step back and a moment spend
Gazing at the happy snowman face
Then I say �Hello my old friend�

 


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