Snowball, snowball
rolling down
snowball, snowball
along the ground.
Picking up sticks
and picking up stones
heading towards the playground zone.
You speed forward along
the hill's incline,
searching for a victim,
rolling fast in a line.
Rushing towards
the unsuspecting children,
the poor lonely souls
won't ever know what hit 'em.
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Author:
Miss Claire (
Offline) - Published: May 29th, 2024 23:00
- Category: Humor
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Comments1
Funny and visual with it. Have a lovely day.
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