I am Queen of Hyperbole

No one exaggerates like me

I am the best at overstating

I’ll spend days elaborating

I do not know of good or bad

Only magnificently glad

Or deplorably abysmal

I only pour, I never drizzle

When it’s nighttime I’ve gone blind

But I’ll melt when the sun shines

In winter I have turned to ice

Each itch feels like a million lice

I am not angry, I am seething

One small cough and I’ve stopped breathing

I’m either the most gorgeous thing

Or so grotesque it’s disgusting

If I’m ill I must be dying

But when well I feel like flying

You looked at me, now we’re in love

You hate me since you gave a shrug

I’ve never thought rationally

You’ll find me sobbing constantly

For I’m Queen of Hyperbole

No one exaggerates like me