Meet Frank.
Just an ordinary guy, made outta extraordinary circumstances (the snow was just right).
Sure, along the way as I “rolled” thru life, I met some dog poop, maybe even “yellow snow,” but out of that adversity, I became who I am today. Frank.
Just an ordinary guy, made outta extraordinary circumstances (the snow was just right).Sure, along the way as I “rolled” thru life, I met some dog poop, maybe even “yellow snow,” but out of that adversity, I became who I am today. Frank.
These kids ask me, “do you like snowball fights, Frank?” I wish I could talk cause I’d reply, “sure, do you like having your head and belly tossed around too?”
I guess I’ll just stand here, watching the traffic, hoping the brown animal that runs around me looking for something to eat off me will leave me well enough alone. My arms are made of celery and eyes of chalk, and my nose? A screwdriver. For a lonely snowman, I guess this place to stand isn’t all bad…
