Stay Frosty Poem by Steve Goldenfort

As the world's greatest poet, that the world has never known.
It allows me to stroll seamlessly, in any town I roam.

Talk to people, tell my shmeel, show them where it's at.
Some will light up in their eyes and some just say nice hat.

When I ask to read a poem, often they will say.
That's not what we do here during, any time of day.

Stifled and constricted I promptly move along.
Seeing if the next town, wants to hear my song.