wrote for luck

I wrote for luck.
They sent me you.
I sent for juice.
You give me poision.
I hold the line.
You form the queue.
Try anything hard.
Is there anything else you can do?
Well not much - Ive not been trained.
I can sit and stand, beg n roll over.
I dont read.
I just guess.
Theres more than one sign.
But its getting less.
And you were wet.
But youre getting dryer.
You use to speak the truth.
But now youre liar.
You use to speak the truth.
But now youre clever.
And I wrote for luck.
And they sent me you.
And I sent for juice.
You give me poision.
I hold the line.
You form the queue.
Try anything hard.
Is there anything else you can do?
And you were wet.
But youre getting dryer.
You use to speak the truth.
But now youre clever.
You use to speak the truth.
But now youre clever.
And when its hot .
You start to melt.
Cos youre not made of jean.
Youre made of chocolate.
And when its cold.
You tend to crack.
You keep on piling out.
Not puttin back ...