What a strange occurrence it must be,
To be stuck to a wall,
No hope of being freed.

What a strange and scary notion,
To be forced to cease all motion,
While stuck to a wall,
Dreaming of a potion.

I wish a friend would come along,
Bring some solvent please,
Because I have been stuck to a wall,
For a week or two at least.

Though, it must be a funny sight,
For the curious passerbys,
To see me glued against a wall,
Squirming at my own demise.

I've never hated a thing more
Than I do this glue,
That stuck me to this ******* wall,
**When I tried to stick you!