☕⛄Snowman's coffee⛄☕
A snowman sits alone in the cold,
His carrot nose and coal eyes bold.
A steaming cup of coffee in his hand,
Trying to warm up in this icy land.
But as he takes a sip of the hot brew,
He can feel his body starting to undo.
The warmth of the coffee melts his snow,
His once solid form now starting to flow.
The snowman's smile begins to fade,
As he slowly melts and becomes dismayed.
He tries to drink his coffee faster,
Hoping to make the melting disaster.
But it's no use, the damage is done,
His body now a puddle, no longer one.
The coffee, once a comfort in the chill,
Now the cause of his melting spill.
As he disappears into a pool of white,
The snowman can't help but feel contrite.
He thought the coffee would bring him cheer,
But now he's just a memory, a snowman no more.
I'm writing the book still, but there's the poem :)
