In a world of laughter, I take my stand,
With sarcasm sharp, a well-timed hand.
Life’s a grand stage; I’m the jester, you see,
Dropping punchlines like wood—kick, scream, and be free!

When the days grow dull and the skies turn gray,
I bundle in blankets, chase the chill away.
Warmth from the fabric, a cocoon snug and tight,
With boba in hand, it all feels just right.

I cartwheel through chaos with a wink and a grin,
Sipping sweet pearls—let the fun begin!
For every splinter, there’s a jest to ignite,
And a drop kick to wood makes the laugh even bright.