Dirty White Dwight’s Plight
Finally, the rains return,
And Dwight the snowman’s taciturn
Sad features are yet sadder still,
For him it seems it’s all downhill.
And as we watch his slow demise,
To our dismay we realise,
That though we cursed him day and night,
We think we’ll miss that dirty Dwight.
His shabby coat’s now filthy brown.
Poor Dirty White Dwight’s falling down.
His big old head with carrot nose,
With jet black eyes that never close,
Has disengaged from off his shoulders,
Leaving just his body boulders.
Not much left of which to write
_Of Dirty White Dwight’s plight!
The Snow-Tots
In the moonlight’s ghostly glow,
_Much to our surprise…
Three white snow-tots in a row,
_Miniature in size.
So perfectly adorable,
_No higher than grandpa’s knee,
Cuter than three buttons, look…
_Andy, Opie and Bea.
Out of nowhere they appeared
_One moonlit, starry night.
An incident so very weird,
_Reminding us of Dwight.
Dirty White Dwight, it would seem
_Had been up to no good.
Obviously hatched a scheme,
_Who’d have thought he could…
Produce three snow white look-alikes,
_The muse for many a bard,
And now his three white little tykes
_Are sitting in our yard.
And though we think that snow’s obscene,
_I know we won’t forget,
That this has absolutely been
_Our jolliest winter yet!
Norma Pain was born in Liverpool, England and now lives in Parksville, British Columbia, Canada. Thirty of Norma’s poems were published by Dana Literary Society, between 2004 and 2007 and she was twice nominated for the Pushcart Prize by that same on-line poetry site. She self-published a book of rhyme in 2000 called Bulging Assets.
Norma, so great to read your gifts of humor again like the plight of Dwight and such snowmen. I remember telling you once upon a time that your sense of humor much just like mine.