For The Boy Who Sniffed Glue Poem by Not Long Left

There was once a boy I knew,
who loved to sniff tubes of glue,
he sniffed so much,
he was sticky to touch,
and he always had the flue.

He was as thin as a rake,
and would constantly shake,
he shook like a shaman,
and spoke like a alien
on earth for a weekend break.

He was as white as sheet,
and would melt in the heat,
Then one day he suddenly died,
he had accidently glued his mouth to his eyes.