I once a got a present
It was danish design
A hoptimist. I was confused.
No function. Not pretty.

Just expensive...

I realized I was a hoptimist.

So I kept it...

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Anemones are white
Sunflowers are yellow
Marigold are orange

This is not a love poem.

I always spell wierd wrong.
It takes me 1.35 minutes to cook minute rice.
And it takes me more than an instant to cook instant noodles.
I pull doors that says push.
I once tried to give a blind man a high five.
And I killed my own cactus because I gave it too much water.

But I am really good at making grilled cheese sandwhich. So I might survive.

I heard Peter Piper picked a pricey pepper, the same day I heard he got chased down by a hungry mob of less than lovely lepers, now Peter Piper and his picked pepper are prodded by hot pokers while a village of now happy, hairless, horrifyingly lipless lepers salivate in anticipation of poor Peter Piper's soon to be pickled body.

The Masses chant and cheer to sounds of Peter's screams that seem to season his sizzling skin as children scrape scolding scraps peeling from his searing kneecaps.

Veins build up pressure, veins then rupture, veins open and spray onto the crowd and moisturize all the rough textures, soaked faces gain weight and fall off exposing maggots that festered, excited crowds jump and cheer as their knees buckle and bodies fracture.

The elder ***** picks a peck of pickled Peter Piper, now the elder ***** enjoys a pepper with a peck of old Peter Piper.