s5

there's a sty in my eye.
i'm afraid it will swell,
and swell and swell
it itches like hell.
the sty would swell so large
it would hatch!

and explode with bunnies
and kittens and rainbows,
and other things not so nice,
like barbed wire and bramble
and dry ice.

so before it should hatch
i shall don an eye patch,
and stomp around, ill-tempered
with one foul eye
and its new foul friend:
the sty.