Like a Box of Chocolates

There's something contrary
To what's ordinarily
Found in a box full of sweets.

[Is there a gross, slimy bug,
Or maybe a layer of dust?
Does it taste like old, ratty rugs,
Or maybe like metal and rust?]

It seems that, regardless,
My stomach can't harness this;
Now it's all over my feet.

Good Morning Sunshine

Oh, the sun is such a pretty thing,
Hanging in the sky,
But I can't see the sun today,
It seems it went to hide.

But look! I see it peeking out,
Oh, what a lovely find!
Though after staring at its face,
It seems that now I'm blind.