Icepack, dear icepack,
There’s nothing that you lack.
You force swelling down,
Turn upwards my frown.
Bad hair gets a hat,
Not so for lips this fat.
With icepack in tow,
I’m ready for any show.
Put some ice on my lips,
And I’ll start making quips.
But if you take my ice away,
You should find elsewhere to stay.
So here’s to you, ice:
Thanks for being so nice.
Until this swelling dies down,
You temporarily fix my frown.
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