(obsession
doggerel)
Frosty:
pagomania
He was
obsessed with frost and snow,
And every
summer he would go
Somewhere
where bitter winds would blow.
He was a
“sunbird,” I would say—
Reverse of
“snowbird,” every way.
He hated
any sunny day—
Unless the
sun lit bitter cold,
And then
he would (or so I'm told)
Feel somewhat—just a bit—consoled.
But bitter
cold so quickly wears
The body.
Fatally impairs.
They
buried him near polar bears.
Who
groaned an ursine sort of groan—
Part growl,
somewhat—a bit of moan—
For they
had lost one of their own.
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