I have a tongue, but I cannot speak, I have a sole, but no soul to keep. I wear sharp teeth or four hard wheels, Bound tightly to your toes and heels. Push off the ground and feel the glide, I am your ticket for a frozen or concrete ride.

I sit in the shadows, waiting for clues, A mystery buried in forgotten news. Years may pass, but I still remain, Waiting to be solved, waiting for a name. I’m not a freezer or a chilly embrace, I’m a hidden truth waiting to be chased...

A little square of chocolate delight, Fudgy and gooey, a magical bite. Fresh from the oven, warm and sweet, A tiny treasure, an edible treat. Some bake them plain, some call on Mary Jane, Either way, they’ll have you calling their name It waits in the kitchen, tempting you near, Whispering softly, Just one more, my dear

A wizards friend - A chemists partner, And with each raise the room spins harder. Out of my front Pocket it pokes. Addiction is Never a joke.

This is a message to you just a little token of my gratitude for all of your positive attitudes and the encouragement you gave a dude i know they aren't just platitudes and that's something to change my mood i realize sometimes i'm crude but i never really mean to be rude so this is what i say to each and all of you