There's an ick in my crick,
that makes me feel sick,
my insides are taring in two!

I seek some relief,
complete disbelief,
this sickness contracted from you!

I put on my scarf,
am ready to ****,
my temperature rises above.

I'm ready to hurl,
my diamonds and pearls,
lost all of their their lustrous love.

It lays at my feet,
spread out on the street,
I told you that I wasn't faking.

My mind and my heart,
all splattered apart,
my soul lays there now for the taking!

You fly a sky,
So try do I.
Your eye is dry,
So cry do I.
You sigh a lie,
So why do I?
You fry a guy,
So die do I.

"I'm on a roll!" said the ketchup to the hot dog.

I wear sweaters in much better weather.
There's a cool chill that flares in the air,
if Spring has sprung, and Summer is ******,
then Fall gets all of the flair, so there!

There once was a woman with thumbs;
thought everyone's poems were dumb.
She'd click on the "like" with a vampire's strike,
till her ego was comfortably numb!