Snowball
by Shel Silverstein
I made myself a snowball
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 its head.
Then last night it ran away,
But first- it wet the bed
This poem means something to me because when I was younger, I used to take snowballs inside with me and put them in the freezer to save them until summer. My brother would name them and play with them while it was still winter. I really like this poem because I think it's funny, the fact that the author thought that you could keep a snowball inside with you.
Bold: rhyme
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