Wasted Snowball

The clothesline it hung,
between two trees on the hill.
Covered in snow,
as that was God's will.

The child he ran,
from his Aunt in fear.
Cuzz the snowball she'd throw,
would hit him, it was clear.

He ran like crazy,
to miss her attack.
He hit that ole clothesline,
and fell flat on his back.

He landed so hard,
his pain turned to laughter.
And everyone came,
still chasing after.

Slipping and sliding,
laughing so hard.
Twas plain to see,
the boy was not scarred!
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 Sandra JoAnne Booth-Maxwell