I have decided to combine several of you ladies words if thats okay! Who's hogging now? LOL!!!

As I write this poem, oh my, oh me,
I laugh and chuckle, filled with GLEE.

My brow is furled, pain in my head,
Why ever did I begin this THREAD?

With a sharp stick I feel a poke,
Then I realize that I am BROKE.

Though maybe now I can't act so kurt,
Being pennyless is starting to HURT.

I use to save cash like a church mouse,
Now I spend like the keeper of a LIGHTHOUSE.

If only I had talent some type of craft,
I could go sailing, not just floating on this RAFT.

The air is damp my dress feels soggy,
Can't see a bloody thing cause its so FOGGY.

I should turn back and not tempt fate,
Before I hit the rocks and mush like CHEESECAKE.

I am starving, I am feeling so wet,
I wish and am dreaming of ooey-gooey CHOCOLATE.

A happy tune I will be belting,
When land appears and I'm no longer MELTING.

Never go sailing or rafting in November.
now hear my words and always REMEMBER.

Before you take chances these words I lend,
Always be cautious or you'll come to a sorry END.

WORDS: fickle, vinegar, elephant, nightowl