I decided that I'd post this poem I wrote about a year or two ago.
Anti-Discliamer: This is mine, and I don't care who ever uses it, just so long as they give credit where credit is due.
Wouldn't it be peachy-keen,
If you knew the colors of the spleen?
Well, please don't shout,
But there's only one way to find out.
Like, if I cut open your head,
Would your brain be pink or red?
Oh, but I guess that would seem,
To most of you, a little bit mean.
Hear me out, though, if you please.
Wouldn't you like to know the colors in your knees?
You might think this some cruel joke,
But did you know blood plasma resembles broken yolk?
And wouldn't you just love to know
If there's anything in you that looks like snow?
Oh, I just realized, if you were dead,
Your brain might loke blue or purple, in your head!
And, just a question, but would you mind
If you knew your kidnies were covered in slime?
I don't know if anyone's wondered, at least I think,
If the lining of your stomach is green or pink.
And do you think the colors would vary
If you looked at a dog or canary?
And now I leave you with one final thought;
Someone who can find out can be paid for, and bought.
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