A Snowman Poem by Arfa Kalera

Last year I made a snowman,
Beautiful and tall,
I used some chocolate cookies for his eyes,
Stuck some beans to give him smile,
Made his nose of carrot, red,
Each brow with the feathers of crow,
His arms were made of stems of trees,
And I used some other tips for his lips,
Then made him my only friend in the town,
And shared with him my bread brown,
Happiness and sorrow,
Everything that I did borrow,
I wished that summer would never come,
Lest I should lose my friend,
Our happy company for some time remained,
And at last summer came,
It killed the man,
Snowman was whose name,
Now no one is there in the town,
With whom I may share,
My worries, my pleasures and plights,
Or my bread brown.