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
