The Storm
Ice cream clouds with chocolate rain
Covered my outside window pain,
Pounding rain fell all night.
I chill so easy, so hold me tight,
It falls so hard, the rain.
Lightning bolts of French fries strike
Deep frying seasoned, how I like.
It smells so good, at any form.
I fright so easy, so hold me warm,
It scares me so, the storm.
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