Frosty

I made a snowman out of mud
And sticks and moss and dragon’s blood
Then covered o’er the frame with snow.
I couldn’t find a silk hat, though,
So topped it off with kitten skin
To soothe the demon trapped within
And give it that je ne sais quoi
As if the rabbit in its jaw
Were just what all the swells would wear
Whilst strolling out to take the air
Despite its constant, high-pitched screaming,
“Merry Christmas!” Was I dreaming?