Janey was a strange one
peculiar some would say
She'd peel down to her skivvies
waiting for the day
The day anticipation
crystallized thin air
The day when frosty petals
came from way up there
Way up there above her
impatiently she'd wait
To hoard each single snowflake
that fell upon her plate
Her plate held out in offer
she counted her wind fall
A tally of 4 billion
enough to form a ball
A ball of cold confection
between a bit of rye
A pickle and some mayonaise
her banquet from the sky
Janey was a strange one
and still is to this day
Loves her snowball sandwich
created just that way
~
Jane's Snowball Sandwich
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Adding your comment:
Very cute gal. loved it, cyber
Hey i dont know if you've poked your nose into deviant lately and seen all the snow i have.... 
Oh yes, one must have it with a gin fizz 
