Three Poems

There once was someone named Chicky
Who was very very picky
He thought French toast tasted like compost
and Mozzarella sticks tasted like bricks
So he himself turned into something icky

There once was a talker named Walker
who got stung by a poisonous death-stalker
There was pain and more pain
which drove him insane
until there was no more of that talker

There once was a man named Larry
Whose skin was very hairy
But once he got fried
Which even went down his side
and made him look like a cherry