A Breathe of Frosty Air
Above the steep hillcrest, a foothold hides
The tiny poversh town of Grimbleshnide.
Far- and few between are jolly good days
For a blue death- has rindered the town ablaze
Two years ago, today, marks when three girls
Their hair long and stringed with golden pearls
Went astray, looking for love they were lost
Only to find an old man, named- Jack Frost
Here he presented the beauty of snow,
Bewildered by the cold, they told him no
As the day lingered on, Jack questioned this
"How could these ladies not want any bliss?"
Rage and confusion- sputtered his cold mind
Only to conlcude on war- to mankind
So there it be told- on that day foward
In all small towns, a winter was in order.
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