17.03.22: Hey, Snowball

Hey, Snowball

I used to know a girl
who was a snowball.

Every bit of information she read
just stuck.

She was always on a roll

picking up stuff.
Friends, fortunes, luck.

And then it all melted,
a melt-down, just the way
snowballs do.

But like I said, I used to know her.
Haven’t seen nor
heard of her in years,

and now that I think about it,
I doubt that I knew her
when I thought I knew her.

But what would you expect
from a snowball.

Photo by Pauline Bernfeld on Unsplash Β©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter

10 responses to “17.03.22: Hey, Snowball”

  1. lovely. Good morning, Misky.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. A very good morning to you, Mr Bump.

      Liked by 1 person

  2. Brilliant! πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ˜πŸ˜


  3. We’re all just accumulations of what we think we know, no?
    Cool concept, perfect delivery, M.
    (Line 1…know, not knew?)

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Many thanks. Fixed.


  4. A good roll around at least, no? Definitely have snow ball days. Delightful, Misky.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you! All sorts of life-stuff sticks to us!

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