A ***** I am on open seas
Where I feel completely free
Adventure my notion
Movement my lotion
Won't you come and sail with me?

Words are like containers of glass
Determined by the size of their mass
Naughty or nice
They are quite the vice
Unless speaking out of your ***

If I haven't had my coffee
I can be more than a bit bossy
Drinking while it's hot
Straight from the coffee ***
Black and plain please, not frothy

Chemical energy hits my brain
Pumped directly through the veins
The day can now begin
Settled in my skin
As long as the caffeine remains

Take it away and you shall see
A very different side of me
Touch the *** and die
I dare you to try
You have until the number 3

There was a young lass named Thea
who loved onomatopoeia
sprinkle drip drizzle
bloop splash squirt sizzle
spewing forth like mouth diarrhea

Words have always enraptured me
once written they become history
devour them I must
before they turn to dust
once more becoming a mystery

There once was a boy named Sam.
Who fell deeply in love with Pam.
He bought her a rose,
She sniffed it with her nose
Then popped it in her mouth with her hand.

She chewed it up real nice.
her eyes rolled around like dice.
"I feel very blessed
But I must confess,
The white ones have more spice."

There once was a girl in a mood
She couldn't shake, so what to do?
To the keyboard
Writing up more
Poems to help her get through