Snow Makeup Will Change Your Face

Frosty the Snowman

Was a sizzle-swat, they say.

What they mean, I do not know,

Since he melted clear away.

Oh, it made a mess of things,

When the snowman took to smoking;

As smoking blackens good men’s lungs,

It checkered him with charring.

He swatted and dusted at himself,

But he only splashed and smudged.

He hoped a tanning bed would even it out,

But the blackened spots just rouged.

So to cover up the red spots,

With ketchup he smothered the rest.

But it burnt and it sizzled (for, ketchup’s

not aloe, but acidic tomatoes squished).