These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Frosty's Children Cuteness

Bless my little snowman heart.
I'm cuter than you know.
Holidays can't fairly start
without cold to make me grow.

"Our Daddy was a famous guy.
His hat caused dancing joy.
'Happy Birthday!' His reply
when made a live snow toy."

"Cuteness. We have much to spare,
and the sweetest cavities
are made by looking. Please, don't stare
or we will quickly freeze."

"Crimson hats are made of fluff.
Our hairlines watered down.
We're really cute, but not so tough.
We're the talk of our hometown."

"We're sleepy babies in the snow,
mischief etched on every face.
Winter's months we only know.
Summer's toads our puddles grace."

I'm thinking of a number now
'tween one and four. Oh, please, choose one.
I am your best. I'll take a bow.
What sweetness! Always full of fun!

My thinking cap, so red, it's plain.
I'm playful through and through.
I have to dance when in the rain.
My cuteness is what's due.

I cannot hear an unkind word.
I think about the best.
My cuteness is not ever blurred.
I'm one, who is quite blest.

Oh, God, I thank you for my life.
I'm really loving You.
When I am older make my wife
a cute one through and through.

We can't be bored by the cutest snow.
Their faces are so sweet,
but the boards behind them never know
this cuteness factor treat.

by Jay O’Toole
on October 26th, 2023