*Star*

Forget me not

Make a wish

The shining star

twinkles

in all its bliss

Fading to oblivion

makes me miss

The Joy,

in the laughter of his.

Aaaachhhooooo!

Lucifer orders the flu to fly away,

enough of curse has already been laid.

To the sand land,

Across the sea,

the flu has to come back,

from where it flee.

Go to sleep I say,

the best remedy so said.

Just keep hearing what others say,

little an effect it creates,

take care.