In Lieu of a Kiss

In lieu of a kiss I’ll have to say this  
Like a lot of little ladles full of spittle it’ll make you giggle when it rhymes  
But if you can’t solve the riddle from this scribble don’t just fiddle or twiddle dumb  
The pickle is so fickle it’s like getting hit by a lotto of nickels and dimes  
 
In lieu of a kiss it’s going to be a quick lick  
But not like a sick strict limerick when the slick trick clicks it also rhythmically kicks  
Between cheek, teeth and tongue underneath you’ll see how the verse is hung  
Heavy like a ton of bricks and allegorical like an abstract-concrete mix  
 
In lieu of a kiss I’ll give you this because the gist of it is don’t waste your time  
Reading me watching me vomiting as much rhyme as I can in only ten lines