There's an ick in my crick,
that makes me feel sick,
my insides are taring in two!
I seek some relief,
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 see what you mean!"
signed the deaf lady,
to the blind man,
"I'll pretend I didn't hear that!"
"I'm on a roll!" said the ketchup to the hot dog.
Our eyes do not lie;
hide behind the keyboard and cry.
This is where our true intentions die.
Our eyes do not cry;
hide behind the keyboard and die.
This is where our true intentions lie.
Our eyes do not die;
hide behind the keyboard and lie.
This is where our true intentions cry.
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!