A silly poem about an unwanted guest.

1. Why does he just stare at
me, the Snowman sitting
there? Why can't he go live
outside? He shouldn't be in
here!
He's gonna get my couch all
wet! He's gonna start to
melt! He wants to turn my
T.V. on. He hides my pants
and belt!
Every time I turn my back
the heater gets turned off!
He wants to sleep in my
bedroom, or maybe build a
loft!
With him it doesn't matter
if the seat is up or down.
Whenever he gets through
in there the toilette's wet
we've found!
He runs around half naked,
just a scarf and black top
hat! No one that is living
here should have to witness
that!
I thought he was a fairytale,
that this could never be. But
sure as I am sitting here
he's staring right at me!
Unwanted Guest