“Don’t stab Sheree with a lollipop stick, she’ll burst into flames and disappear. Zzzt.”
Sheree Sartain June 2012
I always thought, “Here’s something queer,”
When walking with my beau.
‘For I would find
She’d crept behind
Wherever we might go!
One day, last year, a day so hot,
I wanted something cool.
Bought for a price
A cold, cold ice,
Then dropped it, like a fool!
She picked it up, and ate the lot,
By gosh I was so mad.
I took the stick
And stabbed her quick
I know, ’twas really bad!
I stood aghast, my eyes agog,
As she was set afire.
She melted there,
Her skin, her hair,
In the hottest flaming pyre.