Five pounds?
Five pounds?
Five pounds?
I cannot count and do not know what that means.
Smallpox.
Too small.
Too poxy.
Do not molest children.
Do not molest children.
They are fragile and not worth the effort.
The most painful way to exit?
Stepladder with bulbs on you.
Are you a metaphor?
Kiss me.
This poem is not sponsored.
But if it was, I wouldn't change it.
So sod off.