Poetry game

I am a huge fan of poetry and I figured there are probably some others around here, so I made this game. I will start this game by giving a subject. The person who posts next on this thread has to write a poem of at least 4 lines and a maximum of 10 lines about the subject the person above them suggested. You end your post with a subject for the person that'll post after you. Ill start with a subject. Btw, the strangest subjects are allowed ~.^ Sunshine

It makes me happy and warm, Much better than a storm, When I lift up my hand, it filters through, and makes me feel like i'm in wonderland. Cheese

When I see you, my heart skips a beat, You even go great with all kinds of meat. I don't care wether you're yellow, blue or gold, It doesn't matter whether you're young or old. And even if holes is what you're covered with, I will love you more than possible in a myth. The smell of paint

Damnit, I have nothing strong to say about paint, Not even if I sploshed it on a guy's taint, It's so hard to think of the smell, Especially now that my thoughts are in crotch hell. Kitty Litter

Have you ever eaten kitty litter, Be it on purpose or an accident? It isn't sweet; it's only bitter, To remove it's taste I would go abstinent! The best motherfucking pie in the world!

A life full of shit and piss, what can I say? The gritty feeling left on the carpets of the world. To lightly cover the smells of life for but a day. My dreams are grand, that one day I may be out of life,hurled. Why must I be put under such disgrace? To be seen as clay is my dream. Now, my days are spent despising the moment I must soon face. For now, I can only scheme. Canned Tuna

Golden goddess, do my eyes decieve? A glorious smell that reaches towards the heavens. To eat of you, I will surely grieve. To soon you will leave my sight, after dinner at seven. Ok... Had to make this one while keeping the old one up...Damn post snipers.XD Canned Tuna.

Love of my life, encompassed in ridges of silver. Oh how I crave to expose your succulent flesh to my tongue. The sound you make as I open you up is intoxicating. Away from the judgement of my peers I will have you time and time again, eating straight from your holy grail. Manly chin cleft

Betwixt thy brow and thy mind’s eye There stands a thin cleft Protruding and moving forth From a crevice we dare not go. Raspberry-flavored Lip Balm (beat that!)