From the mind of Elia Chen, July 21, 2020, written with Albert
I sat in a giant tub of caramel,
Everything around me is edible
You may think this quite a fairy tale
But the discomfort I feel has no parallel
You see,
There is no good technology
To get caramel off the human body
I stick my foot in a puddle
Of a giant melted ice cream bubble
I stuck my hand in a cocktail
And found a slimy black snail
I stuck my face in a tub of bubble gum
Which is not something I can easily overcome
Because it is as sticky as the caramel
Which is quickly becoming not edible