If not for the insult
How could there be in salt?
Seems each one of us needs to cry
Not sit in a corner like a fly
Speaking of which, spreads germs
That germinate like a can of worms
And they’re crawling everywhere
Forgot my underwear
Incoming salt once again…
I can’t say why, how, or when…
YES! The candy DOES taste sweet
Off the taffy-pulling machine…
`Was this poem sickeningly sweet?
I just can’t stand down
Because I land on my fleet
Sailing is fun when we meet!