Mr. Snowman's Prey

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It was a lovely, winter day,
And children had went out to play,
With plans to go have fun and sleigh.
It was okay, it was okay.



Until came out a strange snowman,
With empty eyes and sticks for hands,
Who interrupted all their plans,
The children ran, the children ran.



But, little Billy wasn't quick,
For all this silly snowman's tricks
And so with hands made out of sticks.
The kid he licked, the kid he licked. 



And as the story has been told,
He ate the kid, his life he stole,
The kid no longer with a soul,
No longer whole, no longer whole.


So, when there is a snowy day,
And children want to go and play,
They think of Mr. Snowman's prey,
Inside today, inside today.

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Hi! Just to let you know, this was based off a picture prompt on AllPoetry, so yeah I didn't just start thinking about evil snowmen. I wasn't gonna post it, but it won gold, so I figured why not :P 

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