Every time I smell I stink.
Was something held back from the beginning?
I’m thrown to you in a blink.
Are you at my ending?
What sense is a miss?
A throwback out of whack?
Am I the baboon you kiss?
Fear my teeth out of tact.
Let me bounce about in my cage.
If I leap throw me a bone.
Anticipate my age.
I’ll creak or turn to stone.
You know my number.
It’s O in the air.
Please join me for a slumber.
There’s nothing to compare.