This post is dedicated to the lovely Abi.
Oh, there is much grief in my life
But not that emo bullshit in statuses
This grief causes real strife
Because it's caused by lettuces
Or perhaps mosquitos, not sure
But there's an itch on my foot
And it's banging down the door
(Metaphorically speaking of course)
I scratch it and it tickles
I DO NOT LIKE PICKELS!!!
Or blood cells shaped like sickels
Or people that are fickle.
This dilemma keeps me up at night
Should I scratch this mozzie bite?
Itch, tickle, itch, tickle, itch, tickle.
Oh my poetry is AMAZING :D
