Welcome! I'm so glad. I'm sparkling. I snicker and shake my harness bells.
 
I wrote something for you.
 
Red cars smell like rum
Fee fi fo fum
Bed scars, tell no one
Fake lake snake cake
 
Keep it. Put it in your secrets box, with your green Play-Doh. Don't tell nobody. Say only: "I have seen what poems can be, what words can do and what dare be done with rhyme." Drop a heavy-duty stapler on the floor, for emphasis. I'll be laughing right along with you. Despite my head congestion and outrageous skeletal deformities, my long glossy body that deviates from plan, attempts to resolve itself and curves away into the future. I am presently in three rooms at once.
 
Glistening.