Buried in our freezer
beneath some frozen steak
is my container full of snow
which now, today, I’ll take.
Of course, I’ll make some snowballs
to throw at brother Bart.
He needs to learn, for once and all,
he’s really not that smart.
He nailed me with some snowballs
and so did his friend, Dean,
and since I am much younger,
it really was quite mean.
I screamed that I’d get even!
They let more snowballs fly!
But now, I’ve the advantage —
for now — it is July!
The Lonely Meatball 