Poem.

The tires on my bike are flat.
The sky is grouchy gray.
At least it sure feels like that
Since Kathy moved away.

Chocolate ice cream tastes like prunes.
December's come to stay.
They've taken back the Mays and Junes
Since Kathy moved away.

Flowers smell like halibut.
Velvet feels like hay.
Every handsome dog's a mutt
Since Kathy moved away.

Nothing's fun to laugh about.
Nothing's fun to play.
They call me, but I won't come out
Since Kathy moved away.

Borrowed from Judy Voight, and written on my friend Beth's refrigerator.