(Prelude Note: If you want the actual poem only read the first four lines…if you want what my twisted side came up with, then yes the fifth line is an actual line of the poem…you’ve been warned.)

Sometimes the clouds are blue, and the sky is white,

while the stars fly away on the rain.

Tomorrow I know, when I look into the light

you’ll be gone. Leaving only the pain.

But at least the ketchup is cold.