That chubby chick of cosy cushion lard
You shield yourself in circumstances bleak
You give yourself a margin error guard
Your frilly frock tent like a home unique
I sense your softened pain of corners hard
I wonder why I mind youre mild and meek
You do chomp chocolate then share a shard
I complement your sweet tooth side eye peek
In looking glass I catch a skinny stinge
That fellow splinters wooden chair or bench
Infrequently I drink it brings on binge
Anxiety what I dread to death I drench
I crave your clutch in famine ravaged world
In squeak of sofa solace we two curled
Chorus world earth macrocosm
