When Jack frost was young he was a cool man, and he was very nice. He said hello to everybody, even liked to play dice. He was very friendly and got along very good. When he got older he moved to the hood? The hood of course was not in the evergreens though. It wasnt? No it was in the coldest place ever!!! And where might that be. In my back yard. Thats not cold. Okay; okay. It was in my basement. That is not cold neither. Okay; okay it was at the south pole and at Antarctica and at first Jack frost liked to have fun but than got grumpy with the fun days were done. Than he became like Scrounge and said humbug. Than came father time and said jack frost I come to you with this little ryme. Than he said here I go with my little ditty, Jack frost use to be nice but now it seems he is not very pretty. Jack frost replied I am not but I thought I am *pretty* >hot< I do my crunches everyday at the same time just like I was a robot. Than father time said no Jack frost not that kind of pretty it is your life, you have been acting like such a snot. No matter your looks ugly or hot. Than he said father time I am cold man never mention that word around me again. Father time said I know that is what I have been saying you are a cold man, than jack frost replied never mind you do not get the metaphor. Poem- Confused jack frost
Posted on: Tue, 19 Nov 2013 02:24:57 +0000
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