Susie's crayons

This is about my retarded sister who went into an institution because she ate a box of crayons. Susie's Crayons Susie liked to play with crayons do not eat that box of crayons, I would say crayons are not to prey on I know they make you as gay as a flower in the day color me a picture susie now this bible I will pray on to save her brightly colored soul that was darkened by a crayon color me a picture susie color me a picture susie ******************* I'm really happy with this poem but I can't find the proper words to express the ending. Susie the floozie oh my departed sister susie you were such a good floozie dressed to the nines like the poem that rhymes always up for a party you were such a smartie I miss your gay smile this pain it will last quite a long while you were my muse now I am confused like a sun peeking up above a beautiful mountain top I did not want our love to stop Others said you were your brain light was dim I always thought that view was grim I could see your light was bright