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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