Made from snow that fell and fell
Round and portly overfed
With, a rather too small head
Covered with a battered hat
A Panama that’s rather worn
A hat because the sun is warm
Hotter than it used to be
Hot enough to cook a nose
A parsnip or a carrot
Coal for eyes he smokes a pipe
Contributing to his own demise
His eyes are leaking teardrops fall
Drops the drops that will not stop
It’s getting warm, the end is nigh
First the drips and then the flood
Two black blobs, a burnt out pipe
A carrot overcooked
A puddle where there once stood might
The Snowman's all but gone
No more Snowmen, no more World
Save the Snowman save the world
Time to act, the time has come
To save the Snowman from the sun
Inspired by the appointment of the 2019 Poet Laureate Simon Armitage and his poem “Last Snowman”
20/05/2019
