Ode To My Tounge

Ode to My Tongue 

I start out small, 

Dry sometimes, but mostly wet, 

As I get older my size,

It multiplies.

I am always in a dark black hole, 

Which I can not describe. 

I clean my persons pearly whites, 

An sometimes yellows, 

When they deside not to brush them.

They cry with me and, 

 I decide that i want them to be happy so, 

I clean them myself,

Or at least,

As best as I could. 

I have seen many things, 

 over my Young life

 oh the  things that I  have tasted. 

 the  spectacuar tastes I love,

And 

 the tastes I  wish to never taste,

 again. 

 Imagine yourself without me,

You could not lick those sticky lollipops,

You could not talk or taste. 

What would you do without me.

I feel misunderstood. 

You are lucky you have me. 

You welcome, 

Love, Tongue

I am strong. 

I have been told by other tongues

I am the strongest muscle

Of my delicate person's body. 

So I tested it out. 

I bent my curve in every way I could. 

Nothing could stop me, 

 till I got old. 

I had no energy to move left or right. 

I wanted to die of the pain I was beheld, 

But my delicate person, 

They still held on,

 by the smallest string.