I Keep My Snowman In The Freezer

I keep my snowman in the freezer, just behind the pies. He likes it there. He told me so. I can see it in his eyes. I made him on a cold, cold morning when his snow was fresh and deep.

Now he sits in the freezer, near the fish that we got cheap. I keep my snowman in the freezer and look at him each day. If I left him in the garden, he'd simply have melted away.

But now he's like my grandma, living somewhere safe and nice. He's in a frosty, snowy palace, on a throne of coldest ice. I keep ice no man in the freezer, near a lump of frozen beef.

And I've got to treat for him in August. I'm taking him to Tenerife!