26 January 2013
As the snow melted, I wept in awe, A horrible murder, I had just saw.
The birds took a jab, He no longer looked new, My sister took his clothing, And his arms were ripped off too.
Chunks of him were falling off, His skin was turning brown, And I am now weeping, Because he is no longer around.
He was my friend, He was my pal, I was going to get a girl, For him to date named Sal.
But poor Bob has left us, On this warm spring day, And the squirrels no longer, Come to laugh and play.
The grass is his new grave, (He grew it with his own hands) And his arm made into a cross, Marks his body spread across the lands.
The sun beating down took its toll. I was Bob's number one fan, I loved him with all my heart. Bob: my first snowman.
Bob Was Murdered! • Opuss № I