Some might think of it, a curse;
that I can only write in verse.
But I think I do it very well,
and they should all just go to Hell.
I like to giggle when I rhyme,
I'm ought to do it all the time.
For what I write is cute and neat
no great meal; just ice cream treat.
I think that it is alright
to write things cute, and write things bright.
Because underneath my words so sweet;
hidden torment will you meet.