Make some poem blobs,
what are those slash that,
words put on a mat,
that is indeed,
ever so flat,
it's a deadly poison,
to problem rats,
it's a sweet smelling floral fragrance,
that chases the cats,
it's silky water droplets,
that gives one's head,
gentle pats.
It's a weird salvia,
that makes you drop,
it fattens you up,
and makes you pop,
it sends you flying,
to very top.
it gives you dove-like poetic vibes,
reminds you of,
your good,
your worse slash very bad,
and all your super frightening,
poem writing times,
it becomes itchy,
like cats and dogs that are,
covered in dirty fleas and flies.
They sometimes get stinky,
like old socks,
and rotten eggs,
they become pointy and sharp,
like two long vampire fangs.
© misty Sapphire