Hi, This is just a little poem I wrote while i was bored.... so it
really does'nt make any sense 🙂

Do most babies smell like butter?!
If you shake them will they clang or clutter?!
If my stomach hurts what should i do?!
Should I spit the blood in the sink just to miss you?!
Do the Flinestones use dinosaurs for dryers?!
Or are those Anthropologist just liers?!
If I keep asking questions will my head explode?!
I guess when I die.... I'll finally know.

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Aeguary, in the year 299 AF.