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.
Thank you for your comments Roy. A sense of humor is much needed these days and I really appreciate yours too.
Norma, I love your “Dirty White..” snowman poem. No matter how old I am (what I call my “paper figure”), I still make a snowman whenever I can; and yes, they eventually end up looking like the ones in your photos.
Thank you Cheryl. Though we’re not too fond of the cold and snow, it does look lovely when it first falls.
I once wrote a 9,000-word horror story called Snow Man, and a horror ‘sonnet’ about Frostie the Snowman. What is it that makes them either beloved or creepy? Your poems are a great addition to the ‘snowman’ genre!
Thanks for the reads, Norma.
Similar to clowns, some love them and some find them freaky! Thanks for the comment Paul.
Snowmen melt, but good humor lasts forever.
Very true C.B. Thank you.
Norma, it is so lovely to see you back on the site with two huge smiles of poems that make Christmas extra special. The wonderful photo frames your words magnificently. Thank you for sharing your gift of humor and drift of snow… what would Christmas be without them!
Hi Susan, good to be back. I somehow managed to opt myself out of WordPress and couldn’t figure out why I wasn’t receiving any SCP emails. Evan kindly helped me to reconnect. What a doofus I am!!
Thank you for your lovely comments on my snowmen poems (old ones I am afraid). I still have not created anything new of any worth so I content myself with reading the SCP Journal and everyone else’s on-line creations, of which all of yours continue to amaze me. My very best wishes to you and Mike for 2026 and with any luck, the sleeping ones will awake, if you get my drift?