Clan sig I made
Poem I wrote
“Frolicing through a field of lilacs,
It would make most people happy,
As I go, the lilacs rubbing against my skin,
I am further reminded of how deathly allergic I am to them.
The further I go, the worse it gets,
Fever, iching, so far from home.
No exit in sight, is this field endless?
Throat closing up as I curl into a ball,
Harder to breath, harder I fall.
Corpse in a field of lilacs, enjoyed by all.
A boy and some girls walked past the body,
Trying to look cool the boy wasn’t scared,
poked me with a stick where I wasn’t prepared.
They just kept walking, leaving me there,
Protruding a stick from my derriere.
More people walked by, Hey one’s got a hat!
Until he decided to hit me with his whiffle ball bat,
Darker and darker it got, will it ever end?
Finally a cute little girl walked up,
Sucking on a lollipop she had just picked up,
Sucking and sucking it turned me on,
Standing there with her little red baton.
She bent over so slowly and said,
“Why are you taking our Christmas tree, why?”
Her baton became a hatchet and she chopped off my head,
Then took it right home and hid it under her bed.”
