Surgery on a Snowman.

I'm doing surgery on a snowman.

You remember him.

I burnt his face till he cried, and then he died soon.

I'm working on his face, all melted and chocolatey.

He looked tasty and weak, like a small stick of broccoli.

So I bit into his face and he wailed and cried.

He hefted me off of him and said ”I'm still alive!”

He then ran away a said ”you can't get me!”

I then looked confused, and I asked why?

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