Answer:
Find me on body builders or in the drink aisle.
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies I scream in celebration Yet moments later my outburst through I am naught but imagination.
I am merry creature in pleasant time of year as in but certain seasons I sing that you can hear; And yet I'm made a by-word A very perfect mock; Compared to foolish persons And silliest of all folk.
By Moon or by Sun I shall be found. Yet I am undone if there's no light around.
I am the second L in LOL.
you hold my tail while I fish for you