He resisted the chill with all he had in him
[Which wasn’t much]
But cold seeped in
Nonetheless
Frost formed on his hat
Ice latched onto his boots
Angry crystals grew on his collar
Turning him brittle and stiff
As hard as he tried
[‘cause he really did try!]
He could not stretch his arm stubs
To hug himself for warmth
A fate suffered by all of his kind
Amputee scarecrows
Cursed to wander through Autumn
With short-sleeve shirts
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