Yard Sale of Thoughts

If nothing else is true,
my favorite cave to hide in’s you.

I’m willing to bet my canoe,
the safest barge I’ll boarded’s you.

I’m not getting a tattoo,
but I like the permanence ’a you.

I can’t stand the way you chew
like a panda crunches bamboo.

We can make our grand debut
after this trial year’s through.

Did I mention the way you chew?
I just won’t watch when you do.

Please don’t go online and spew,
I don’t feel safe digesting you.

No need for a hullabaloo.
It’s not that cold in my igloo.

When your mind says, “Achoo!”
How do you make someone unglue?