You Are All in Frozen Food | final version

(a male text)

You served me once cold feet
All trembling up, my sweet
So tempting are those thrills,
I chattered: "More of chills!"
When you left the icy heaps
I was given loads of creeps
Shook as jelly altogether
When J.Mole forcasts the weather
From your face I scraped the rime
Heating bodies: yours with mine
But you keep resistant still
For some treat heat with ill will
Really, seems to me, my sweet
You should give a break with it!
I took matters in my hands
Adding fuel, so it brands
Hot bath, cold drink I took up
My sweet, you'll be shaken up
So she's melted in the end
Leaving wet stain to amend