You're a bit thin, Bertbut you look very dapperwith your enigmatic smile.Is he named after your Grandfather, or your step-Grandfather or did he name himself as he rose out of the nettles?
It must have taken hours to make Bert the Snowman. He looks so tall. Or is it all about camera angle? Is he named after Albert Tatlock?
WG: He's a bit thin because the consistency of the snow in our garden is such that it won't roll into big balls. He had to be built a handful at a time.PiR: Aha! Camera angle! He's only 5 feet high. He tells me his name is a pseudonym.
cool! he's tin and tall. ours was fat and short... and wrote no poetry ;)
(I meant thin).
I see Bert is still there. He looks a bit slimmer though.
It's no good just feeding him carrots. They won't build him up.
NN: Snowmen rarely speak. If you want to hear their poetry, you have to coax it out of them.PiR: Well spotted! That is a carrot that is his nose. (Waste not, want not. It'll be retrieved and eaten after his demise).Lucy: Thank you for dropping by. I see Bert has already said his piece.
Dear Dominic,I chanced to take off my aluminium hat as there was a scratching at the door--a thin plaintive whistle.It was Bert, or at least it was the astral projection of Bert.Bert wanted me to tell you that there was a slight misinterpretation. It's not that he is not good on the computer, it's that he is not so good in the computer.In fact, he's fine in the computer.He quite likes the tingly electrical vibes, it reminds of his turbulent start, up in the clouds with potential lightning bubbling all around him. It reminds him of his first mother and his celestial home.But he also knows that his being in the computer, or parts of him that melt, is not so good for you at the computer, later.And, he is desirous to be a good snowman and not cause damage after the loving way you scraped him together. And that is why he desisted from trudging into the house on his own.Ah, the power of the preposition, and the cares in a thin snowman's heart.Tschuess,ChrisPS Bert also wanted to know how you knew his eyesight was bad; he is delighted with the carrot. He had, of course, heard legends of the efficacy of carrots from forefather flakes who soared by the silk scarves of RAF flying officers in days of old. But the chance to actually try its curative properties? Simply magical.Sorry, I missed the rest. I heard a fearsome yowling in the stairs and hastily returned my metal helmet upon my head to regain the safety of its prior perch...
SC: Thanks for visiting. I have to report, sadly, that Bert -as he put it to me, shortly before his head fell off- has gone to join The Great River. (This might explain his -astrally projected? ghostly?- appearance at your door).
My condolences.You must not have been around, and he wanted someone to say goodbye. You know, there was something about winning lottery ticket number, but I just tuned that stuff out. Winning the lottery? That's just crazy talk!
Great haiku, Dominic (largely ignored in the Bert rush!)
SP: Perhaps he'll pop back with more of his poetry (although, if I'm honest, I'd prefer a winning lottery number).Dick: Thank you - I'm pleased you like it.
Yes D.R., the haiku ought to be mentioned.It was not only good haiku for a snowman (which is why, I think we all rushed to it), it was also fine haiku.It was, for me, the haiku that elicited the interest in the first place.Now, however, its prescience is overwhelming. It is too much for me to dwell on, now, as grief caps my day.And I thought that only the fog came on little cat's feet, ... and then moved on. ...At least Bert wasn't silent, possibly due to the lack of a harbour? (Sandberg)
Egads! The grief blinds my fingers too... I meant Sandburg.
Hello.I'm doing some blog hopping and happened to pass through here.Mary SharpeHUGH AND CAMELLIA
Phew, you write a melting Haiku!
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