Snowball
I made myself a showball
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 it's head.
Then last night it ran away,
But first-it wet the bed.
Poem by the incomparable Shel Silverstein
Poem by the incomparable Shel Silverstein
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