Author: Steffany

I love you Mr. Dickie Prickles
Even though I bought you for two nickles,
and then you were struck down by some icicles
to mourn your death I shall eat some pickles

The day I bought you I was so happy
but now I feel so gosh darn crappy
I don’t want to get too sappy
but mourning you has made me dress so JAPpy

I know that my loss can’t be explained a poem
but I know that to heaven you will go-em
Now I will go drink all the wine in my jeroboam