Shiver-shiver in the cold
Who is that standing out there bold
He can stand the snowing night
He looks clean and very white
He has a very funny smile
He looks like snow heaped in a pile
His smile is made up of stone
He has neither flesh, blood nor bone
His hands are made up of sticks
I wish they were made of bricks.
Risha Ahmed (12 yrs)
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/snow-man-3/
