This is a light-hearted poem.
For those who write cliched reams - I'll show 'em.

Not once to delve into the depths of life or love shall I.
For once at least I'll pass such heavy topics by.

Let me speak to you of silly things :
	of the fat rolls too much candy brings,
		and how the moon follows me when I'm young,
		and all the taste buds stuck to my tongue.

	of new shoes that wear corns onto your toes,
		and grease and grime grows black-heads on your nose.

	of pubic hair that comes too late,
		as jealous teenagers peer at showering peers and wait.

	of children picking in their noses for some Gem,
		and the shameless satisfaction when they find them.

	of talking to yourself when no-one seems around,
		and the red-cheeked embarrassment when out you're found.

	of writing poems as awkward this is as,
		and the peculiar sense of rime (and spell) it certainly most has.

By now maybe you've heard enough
of such ludicrous and crazy stuff.

Let me refrain then from this straining of your brain,
to let you live a normal life in 'Sane' again.