Bright eyed and bushy tailed was how they described her
Until that one morning she cracked and decided to punish their sin of sloth
Now she took their breakfast, camouflaged it, then hid it, forcing them to work for it
Never again did they miss a sunrise in her house
You could say she was pretty hard boiled after all!
Perfect doughnuts penetrated my persnickety consciousness
All demanding my devotion to their deliciousness
So I complied, completely cashing out with my confections
Taking titillating bite after bite to toast my triumph
Realize that these rare respites from my diet restrictions
Yields too many yummy yeast infused carbs for my blood sugar
Don’t tell me what to eat.
I listen to what my body needs.
Everything in there is a well-oiled machine.
That’s the reason I consume all the French fries I can.
Focusing on her toes, she went en pointe
Enabling her to float across the stage magically
Everything about this whispered of her having a superpower, but that meant
The dancer’s heel and tendinitis where her arch-villains
Putting things together for the first time inside my head
Letting me complete the equation of why and how
Until now I was foolishly worried about each part individually
So now I can worry about the whole thing as I should have all along
Ben was more of a suspenders guy
Even liked to use them with his sweatpants
Leaving many people to wonder
That maybe he was a clown in disguise
Finding it amusingly ironic
If you really think about it
Value signifies a quintuple of things
Except the word only has four letters
“Focus on the cornucopia of sweetness in front of you”
“Really dude? It’s like oranges, bananas, and like coconuts.”
“Unless you learn to see the totality of sweet vitamins and minerals you will be lost in carbs”
“Isn’t that stuff loaded with carbs? Like, that’s why it’s sweet, dude.”
“That may be true. Can I interest you in a zucchini?”
“Stay far away from me with that thing. You might poke an eye out.”
Everyone thinks just because you have pointy ears, you’re magical
Let me tell you, we are only qualified for two things
Fighting orcs or wrapping presents, and I hate goddamn bows!
Everyone wants to know who came first
Gonna tell you, I know the true answer. I wasn’t supposed to say a peep.
Give me a break! My brain’s not scrambled. This is no yolk!
So you want to bust my shell? Then I’m not telling you, so keep your nosey beak to yourself!