Foot of Snow
When through the night wet snow came down
Six valorous souls traipsed into town,
Cold drips down necks made trudgers flinch,
Their sliding steps progressed by inch.
I slogged away that sodden night
To build a snowman strong and bright,
Warm snow stayed wet and soon it flopped,
When snowman sank, my spirits dropped.
Another project sprang to mind
And this would be a magic find,
At least I have a double yard in [Ouch!]
Which to set my Sculpture Garden.
Over the hedge six noses glistened,
To their comments I just listened,
These brought to me a pleasing glow
As they described my: Foot of Snow.