What jewels are found in the crown of your head?
Can you drive across the bridge of your nose?
If you have to patch the roof of your mouth,
Why not with the nails of your toes?
Can you fall into the pit of your stomach,
Or beat the drums of your ears?
If the corn on your big toe has no taste,
Would you add the salt of your tears?
Can you sharpen the blades of your shoulders,
Or bake your Adam’s apple into a pie?
If you would like to teach math or geography,
Why not to the pupil of your eye?
If you think this poem sounds crazy
And I might be a tad insane,
Take a long look in the mirror
And lock those thoughts up in the cells of your brain.
