Bad Habit Poem by Ima Ryma

Bad Habit



An annoying habit I got
Was while in stores, stealing their salt.
When I started stealing a lot
I sought some help to end this fault.
A therapist I went to asked
What did I do with salt I stole?
Just threw it away, so he tasked
Me with a therapy as goal.
All salt I stole, I need shake on
My body and leave it all day.
Resulting rash phenomenon
Should make this habit go away.

And as my therapist assured,
That therapy did get me cured.

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