Frosty
Frosty
A child looks up gazing at the sky,
Waiting for Frosty.
“Frosty Who?”,
Says the Cloud,
“Frosty who?”.
The child looks up gazing at the sky,
“Don’t you know?”,
“Don’t you know?”.
The child cries and cries.
“Frosty, where’s Frosty?”,
“Who is he?” shouts the cloud,
becoming increasingly annoyed.
“I’m waiting for Frosty”,
“Frosty the Snowman!”.
“Oh” replies the curious Cloud.
The child looks up;
Brown face, pale against
the frosty, white background.
Patiently waiting, waiting, waiting,
for Frosty the Snowman to appear.
Written by myself
Paula munia Rahman
