by Shel Silverstein
I made myself a snowball
As perfect as can be.
I thought I`d keep it as a pet,
And let it sleep with me.
I made it some pajamas
And a pillow for it`s head.
Then last night it ran away,
But first – It wet the bed.
The simplest thoughts are usually the best ones.
Stripped down, easy to concentrate on, no fuss or bother.
Like a lightning quick raid by a team of Special Forces.
The bullet of understanding goes straight to the head.