It is so stinking cold and dreary. But because I'm in the winter mood, I think I'll share with you one of my favorite poems. Who doesn't love Shel Silverstein?
Snowball
I made myself a snowball
As perfect as could be.
I thought I'd keep it as a pet
And let it sleep with me.
I made it some pajamas
And a pillow for its head.
Then last night it ran away,
But first - it wet the bed.
by Shel Silverstein
