frozen path: walk with care.

(icy what you did there.)

"not under there?

then underwear?"

asked the mayor's mare.

without hair, we can't grow a part

so you can never lose my heart

though my jokes may make you groan

i still tickle your funny-bone

i am the hero with no pants

the one

the only

your friend,

*note to self: think of a good rhyme later