'Twas a sunny day
when I started to melt
and liquified my way
into a yellow pool, that felt
small.
Thoughts were at idle play
in my big boring head.
So I picked up a blade
and to myself said,
"I'll make myself a pool;
a small shock of red
and we can finger paint,
my love
quietly as i butter my bread."
So paint me a heart
or paint me a rose.
I'll blow you a little kiss
and sleep for evermore.
