I built the perfect snowman
Well, a snow-woman
actually
She was a little
disproportionate
But she was perfect to
me
She was a little cold
But we could’ve been
happy
I wrapped her in a
blanked
And took her to my bed
In the morning I was
hoping,
Though nothing was
said
That we would make
love
But I woke alone
instead
And to make matters
worst
One of us had wet the
bed
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