IronicallyME

What's cold on the outside,

Warm on the inside,

And all round lovely dovey?

Yet fills the heart with perplexity,

Dabbles with the line between nobility and insanity.

What's all dainty and sweet-smelling,

Haughty and mind boggling,

Whiny and not the least forebearing.

Absolutely loquacious,

Completely frivolous,

Not forgetting surprisingly cordial.

What's lost but never forgone,

Had but never belonged.

This is a humble attempt of a riddling poem

Or should I say a rhyming riddle.

But allow me to say,

It's all but my heartfelt conveys.

Thou shalt go forth and seize the day.

The epitome of happiness. And grief.

A certain left-handed sugar and spice.

As if things couldn't get worse. FEELFCKED.

Peace.

IM NOT TELLING YOU So much for being WILBERT, 9:21 AM