Jack Frost Poem by Justin Reamer

Jack Frost



Jack Frost,
Damn you!
How could you make everything so cold?
Have you no sensibility,
Even though you may be old?

You are rude and pungent,
And crude at that,
For you are no better,
Than a mangy cat!

You bite everyone's noses,
And you think it's quite funny,
But yet, you know,
That you are no Easter Bunny!

You cause pain and suffering,
And you make pestilence and blight,
It is no wonder,
That you cannot take flight.

Yet, Frost,
You are quite right,
Although you are a fool,
You know how to fight.

No one can stand your blizzards,
As many people die in a car crash,
And no one can stand your cold,
Especially the frost-bit rash.

No one can stand the influenza,
Commonly known as the flu,
For memory is erased,
And gone everyone people once knew.

And, people know that
You can be quite nice,
Since you have,
Mr Frost,
A heart of solid ice.

Yet, slipping on ice
Is not very fun,
But you are a man
Who is a bad one.

You like to laugh
At people's plights,
And when people suffer,
You take delight.

Yet, we will get you one day,
Mr Frost,
And you better know that
We will come for you,
For we will not give up,
And we will defenestrate you,
And you better beware,
For you won't sleep to well.

So, vengeance will be at your doorstep,
And you better beware, Mr Frost,
For you will not be happy,
When we come knocking at your door.

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Justin Reamer

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Holland, Michigan
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