Gentile friend, I pose a teaser:
I have an Eskimo in my freezer,
I don't know how he tunnelled in,
But he's made an igloo with a tin.
He's cut a hole beneath the drawer,
To fish for frozen peas and more.
He hunts at night and makes a din,
Then cuts his coats from sausage skin.
But my conundrum I must tell:
It's cleaning time for me and, well..
If I defrost my freezer tray;
Will my poor Eskimo melt away?
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