december sixteenth twenty-nineteen
rhyme pattern - abba
i like my shiny lipgloss,
it's transparent and glittery;
i'd only give it up bitterly,
because i like my shiny lipgloss.
my lipgloss makes me happy,
it gives me confidence!
to others it makes me seem quite dense,
but my lipgloss makes me happy.
the shimmer of my lipgloss makes me feel poetic,
it's oh-so-beautiful;
it's wonderful,
because i feel poetic.
my lipgloss makes me feel pretty,
i'll never wash it off;
my friends all scoff,
because my lipgloss makes me feel pretty.
my lipgloss keeps me company,
all of my friends have gone;
it will never leave me, not even at dawn,
because my lipgloss keeps me company.
my lipgloss is gone,
i cried for a long time, but i'm okay;
it was no good for me, i'm happy in a way,
because my lipgloss is gone.
