The Icky Sticky Storm

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I'm sticky
I'm Icky
Our power is out
And we're all in a pout
Why has this storm come about?

I catch a whiff
An unwilling sniff
Of freshly cut grass
A mildewy mass

I see a light
Ever so bright
A blinding flash
That lightening as I splash

Crackle Crackle boom
The storm goes vroom
As he sweeps away
The houses decayed

I step outside
And I'm petrified
Melting away
I sway and sway
Covered in water
I call for my father

A salty experience
Makes me delirious
As water enters my mouth
I wish for drouth

'Cause father this storm
Has me worn
This storm is like a monster
Drawn out on a poster
Yet petrifying as it is real
And it I  can feel

SO storm depart
And leave my heart
If you don't try
I will literally die

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