In slumber grew oh Frosty grand,
All sturdy frozen, best in land,
Each dream anew this gent would stand,
Then fade from view, his sleep renewed,
Awaiting rebirth at master’s hand.
All playful he, a freeze to keep,
In nature’s grip with ease he’ll slip,
The deep and drifting silken hold,
Dance all merry wet and cold,
Rise anew all chiseled bold,
For ye to build, to hold, to mold.
Oh how truly hard I wished to play,
A firm packed Frosty, your’s to slay,
To merry make with clever hands,
To please ye eyes as was our plans,
But lads and football interfered,
And all my best plans disappeared.
Seems I owe a sturdy rise,
Your pink to please?
A treat for eyes, a treat for tongue?
My Frosty’s rising, among such thoughts,
Let’s spread ye thighs, my snowman’s taught,
He’ll show the magic, that you have sought.
