Snowball

My parents used to read this poem when I was little, and since we have been doing some poetry, I thought I might look at it again. When I read the poem, it reminded me of a lot of fun childhood memories.

Snowball

by Shel Silverstein

I made myself a snow ball as perfect as could be.

I thought I'd keep it as a pet and let it sleep with me.

I made it some pajamas and a pillow for it's head.

Then, last night it ran away.

But first -- it wet the bed.