The darkly sisters three

Alike in their affinity

But differing in method.

One's familiar will cross your path

The other's familiar will crow your last

And the third will gladly reap

Whatever you have sown.

a kiss is not to like a girl.
to like a girl is to stare at her,
see her smile, that begs to kiss you,
that wants to kiss you,
but you are still terrified to do so.

I don't have a fever

I don't have the flu

And yet I feel queasy

And feverish too

Perhaps I have measles

Is that what's transpired

Or maybe it's mono

I've been rather tired

I went on the web

It doesn't look good

I've either got typhus

Or a virus from wood

I think I might know

Why I'm pasty as glue

This might be hard to hear

But I think I'm sick of you