Hehehe...I don't usually write rhyming poems. You can see why, I am sure. But this was fun.


Trapped in you
I can pump through
Your veins
I tickle your heart
and make you insane
I lay in your tummy
and blink my eyes
It makes you sick
and gives you butterflies.
I whisper in your ears
and kiss your cheek.
I have lunch in your brain
and watch you think.
I hang out in your balls
and play fetch with the sperm.
I do jumping jacks
on your prostate
and laugh when you squirm.
It's so fun
but so strange
to be stuck in your guts
And it certainly beats being
poop in your butt.