Once there was a thoughtful lick
That wanted to be smart and slick
The lick rolled on the poetic tongue
To be lyrical in an adventure sung

First the lick tried with a hot pin
A goth tattooed her dimpled chin
Then to cool the echoing steam
Let me be the taste of ice cream

Next the lick by the dog did find
A stick playfully tossed behind
And of course a lick in passing
As the cat smirked by sassing

Quick lick of milk by a mother
A phoooo phoooo on the lather
A header a lick of blood dirt fear
As a goalie kicked the ball to clear

As the day ended the smart aleck asked
A metaphysical question to be unmasked
In my next cycle after a flick like this
Will I be that sniff or smile or a trench kiss