Come on, boy. You like smelling my pants, don't you?

I observe this stone fellow 

And proclaim my love for him.

Self-CPR;

Never mind, he's not my type.

Surprise! Happy birthday!

And when it comes to being a ninja,

It always ends with

Just my dog and I.

And with me not skipping Leg Day

And asking for things from the sky,

I can dance well enough

To rival Mettaton!

With the straightening of my arm

And a no-good gesture,

I can hug the sun!

Dang! I forgot it's gone.

Mopey frown, walk around.

Explain how I feel

With my arm around this gent.

Bro, I need some love!

Suddenly, mood change!

I'll have my revenge!

Back to sad, go where this graveyard ends.

Strut up the hill.

When did the moon get this big?

My IBS

Makes me spread my arms.

Don't know she's there,

But is that stalking?

I'm such a mood.

I need hand-holding.

I announce to the world

Who I am with visual aids!

The trick-or-treaters are

Probably now asleep.

(But not THEM!)

Sally sneaks to my concert

'Cause she can't afford a ticket!

But does she have one

For the Polar Express?

(Maybe not.)

I'm good at hugging myself.

Not I'll decapitate myself

Because I'm a huge theater fan!

It fastens back on quick!

Angry faced fourth wall break!

Like I said,

Zero likes to sniff my pants.

Arm contortion. Yes it's my new vice.

Talk to the hand while I see if my heart's still beating.

What if I had a crown?

My arms are going numb.

Guess I can only move them for so long.

This hill is my personal carpet.

Been a while since I last walked it.

Did I mention she lost her right arm?

I sadly head towards possible harm.

"Jack... I'm not cautious, either."