Oh Push Pop, where have you gone?
Your sweet, sticky nectar so good on my tongue.
Our love seemed everlasting,
just a push of the stick and there you were again,
always by my side, ready to please.
But now you are gone, never to return.
Our love has left you a cold cardboard shell.
A tasteless ghost of your former self,
and I am only left with the memories of our love.
My memories of our love will never fade,
just like the stains on my shirt.

Will I ever know love again, KRISnFRED? Oh, what’s a Drumstick?

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