Seem So Sickening

Seem So Sickening Suppose you were a flower who electrified and enchanted Exactly where would you want to sometime soon be planted And what I discovered after having almost dying trying Fragrant flower was with breasts that were well-supplying. When darn pre-determined diseases had been debilitating I gathered up all of my facts and started contemplating Which is when I took another look at my appearance again Looked like someone who had been half-eaten in a lions den. Heavens to Betsy and can through in another oh Brother They had hard time telling one end from the other I looked like a roster who had gone off half-cocked And up on doodle do's he was not well stocked. So what good is a clock who is going tock and not tick Or from under a table can you perform a slick trick Being right after you hung up each Christmas stocking And Santa's wife said to hush up all of the tocking (Along with talking.) With this ardent and audacious arrangement could not go wrong Unless the entire whole thing had been only a come along This is when instead of ticking off plot started thickening No wonder ticks and tocks seem to sound so sickening. Ah c'mon. How about just a little, casual chuckle, You have somewhere hidden behind your buckle. James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran and Poet PS. Is there a category for impetuous for petunias that haven't puckered yet?