STORM IN A TEACUP

Poor little Storm was having a bad day, had nothing to talk bout, had nothing to say,
got on Optichat hopeing to talk, instead he got wired up and decided to walk,
his questions were crude, borderline rude,
he showed little intellgence in the things that he said, went off to sleep with his face an angry shade red, he took out his temper click ckick click, had no one at home so pick pick pick,
Optichat is the cornerstone of his life, if he's that bloody desperate lets get him a wife.