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He was somewhat round,
though not quite perfect,
in that,
he leaned to one side,
much like the Tower of Pisa
covered in snow.

He was tall and handsome,
though not quite debonair,
in that,
one arm protruded from his neck,
much like a fishing pole
dangling from a boat.

He was pleasant and amiable,
though not quite appealing,
in that,
one eye had fallen off,
much like a buttonhole without its button
on a heavy winter coat.

I had named him Galahad,
though not quite certain,
in that,
his gallantry became diluted,
much like the sopping ground
after the sun frightened him away.


Style / type: 
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity): 
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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Not Explicit Content


Poor snowmen in the area! A few days ago we had a foot of snow and frigid temps, now temp is 50*F and sunny! Farewell snowmen! :)
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If you could only see the smile and hear the chuckle upon reading this poem. How delightful it was


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Aw...if you could only know how much that pleases me!
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he would have had a much longer life. We still have a lot of snow in our yard and in between the houses. We have had a few days above freezing, but he could have avoided the sun and just lost a little weight! I have seen a few of his relatives in the yards of the kids down the street, the ones with arms sticking out of various parts of their bodies and the ones that have discarded their scarves and coats in the heat. A fun read! ~ Geez.

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I imagine within a few days our dear snowmen will be remembered by the piles of hats, gloves, sticks and carrots they left behind. Happy Winter! Come on Spring!
Thank you!

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oh, such artistry in snow deserves a prize. Reminds me of my first wood sculpture that prompted me to retire mallet and chisel. I had to join into the chorus of laughter . Your depiction of the snowman had that effect on me, LOL

Wood sculptures! Now that is art! I'm so glad you enjoyed the poem!
Thank you!

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I'da loved to get to know him, this transient chap you portray so well.
Guess he'll be back - someday !

Obi,,,,, ( psssst, loverly piece of poetry)

Transient chap! What a perfect description! I think you are right, he'll be back someday!
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Great imagery L! Who knew one could be a bit melancholy about the plight of snowmen? If this piece had been entered in the December contest, my effort would have been well behind this winning work. You nailed it, so I really have nothing to critique here - love it!


Michael Anthony

The poor snowman's plight! Thank you very much for your kind comments!

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then u will never return to newer poetry created by me
Your rear garden snowman could I be
You made me recall

I shall return to your new poetry for certain!
Thank you!

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awaits thee
third in pipeline later see
they challenged me
can't compose a sonnet
i took the challenge
with challenge LAVE

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