An ode to curiosity

Curiosity, they fans abound,

wherever I am and wherever I go.

thy sharp ears await for all I seek to spew out,

and all that you seek to know.

they eyes are alight with the flame of seeking.

They seek to know what is not yours to know.

thy hands tremble with excitement at the thrill to follow.

Thy are a curious cat indeed.

Beware, thou hast only nine lives.

caught you with ears down today,

One down and eight more to go.

The more you throw out those listening tumbler shaped ears,

the more I will grasp them and bang them to the wall.

So dear curiosity, mind your business,

and stop sticking your nose in what matters not to thee.

An ode to curiosity
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