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Rise Count Chocula,and with your sugary fangs
give your glucose bite.
Gently he placeshis Hershey sweet kiss, breathless,
her slumbering lips.
Too fragile for thecharms of Count Choc, she soon goes
into sugar shock.
But she felt the ground
beneath her shake--small tremors
after the chocquake.
beneath her shake--small tremors
after the chocquake.
In the aftermathof the shake, a voice whispers:
"You vant fries wiv that?"
She took one glance athis gleaming Caddy, and cooed,
“My own sugar daddy!”
Little did she know,her new sugar daddy was
made of sweet-n-low.
Mr. Sweet’n Low,windbag of the western sea,
boasted emptily.
Once a lie is told,its damage can't be undone,
and hearts are broken.
She left him with abroken heart, marooned, alone,
with one Pop Tart.
Her love left him scorched,she flambeed his delicate heart
like a burnt Pop Tart
He had no choice butrelinquish her and find a
fire extinguisher.
Flames finally outhe could begin to form a
plan to get even.
Alone in the worldPeople see me and tear me
I fall down, down, down
Now, I do not know
Who or what I will become
Though, it's not by choice
Will you look so hard?
Hard enough to see free me
Probably not though
No one takes the time
To break the hard, outside shell
And see the real me
Rachel! That is breathtakingly sad and yet, so very beautiful.
Follow it with something I can follow, Mandy.
beneath her mantleshe nurtures painful torment
- a rare pearl blossoms
A broken spirit,
she was molded to come out
like a shiny pearl.
she was molded to come out
like a shiny pearl.
From my own black depths,you save the last of heart,
I tried to lock up.
“Cruel fate!” he yelped indistress. He’d captured her heart.
Now she was heartless.
A hole in her chesthe left her empty inside,
with pain she can't hide.
She built a castle
out of ice cream, on top of
a snow-capped mountain.
out of ice cream, on top of
a snow-capped mountain.
And do not forget,the scrumptious and delicious,
quite hot fudge fountain.
For fame Egbert wouldnot budge, but he scaled the heights
for a taste of fudge.
After a hard climbup Mount Pretty Please, he found
a cherry on top.
With the cherry stem,tied into a perfect knot,
his heart nearly stopped.
(I can’t quit laughing, and it’s my bedtime. I’ll never get to sleep. Mount Pretty Please and a cherry on top. That has to be one of the best things in the thread.)
Halfway down, feelingmerry. On a mountain high,
he'd lost his cherry.
Thanks, M. That makes it all worthwhile. Goodnight.
Marching down quite sad,Maraschino was so mad,
it happened to fast.
Into a cocktailMiss Chino dives, drowning in
Tequila Sunrise.
In liquid courage,she finds a different self,
not there when sober.
With wine her escapewas partial but with Vodka
it was Absolut.
Sobriety sworn,with a one year chip adorned,
she drank not a drop.
No one wanted tounzip her now that she was
a one-year chipper.
I walk alone, yes,alone I walk with no one
but myself to see
Even if they did
They wouldn't look at me twice
Because I'm hidden
Invisible me
No one even sees me now
I'm invisible
Chips on her shoulder,fishnet hair, a mermaid wears
zip-less underwear.
She yawned, smiled, then licked her lips. “I’m more of a dish
than just fish and chips!”
In a gown of pearlsto Neptune's Ball, she came by
yellow submarine.
But her date was late. A real card shark, he could not
decide on a suit.
Into a full househe came, slightly flushed, wearing
his heart on his sleeve.
She flashed a diamond,unafraid, and then hit him
with a club or spade.
Launched from her sub, alove torpedo, found himself
(M's words) unspeedoed.
Not playing Go Fish,she gave him the royal flush,
and perked up her pair.
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twelve strokes of a cold midnight
of fangs that are sharp!