The Wildebeest
Wildebeest run? What wildebeest do?
The wildebeest’s always surprising and gnu.
Why Do We Itch?
Why do we itch?
The mysterious niche
that it fills is bizarre and confusing.
How the itch came to be
is unknown. Seems to me
it’s just possible G-d had been boozing.
Comprehensible pain
sends a “Hey!” to the brain,
an intense, biological NO:
“Touching fire is dumb.”
“Avoid hammering thumb.”
“Kick a wall? You’ll be stubbing a toe.”
Though they’re hardly profound,
all these sayings are sound;
let their wisdom be scrawled on a scroll.
I assure you, the wise
allow pain to advise,
and it helps them stay healthy and whole.
But the message we catch
from an itch is “Come scratch,”
which is not the direction to head,
for to follow this cue
is unwise. If we do,
then the rash or the fungus will spread.
Feeling itches attains
us no obvious gains.
If the best we can do is resist ’em,
I ask: why do we itch?
It appears it’s a glitch in the system.
Daddies Have Nipples
(to the tune of “Rock-a-bye Baby”)
Daddy has nipples, but they are dry.
You cannot drink; it won’t help to try.
Life is confusing; go on and cry.
Though daddies have nipples, no one knows why.