There was a young poet called Mo
Who’s work I happen to know.
His poems where so bad
That they drove me quite mad,
So I buried Mo in the snow!
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K Morris - Poet 
So we’d better watch out for Mo in the snow!
Indeed. You never know when you might come across Mo in the snow. Best – Kevin
And of course, we would not see Mo. Ha!