Thumb Juice

Billy sucked his thumb so hard
It popped and sprung a leak.
He found out that his body juices
tasted pretty sweet.
Sucked until his feet were empty,
slurped liquid from his legs.
That leaky thumb stayed in his mouth
'til he had drunk the dregs.
His big bum shriveled,
he thinned his middle,
his head deflated to the size of a nickel.
He sucked out all his inside jelly.
Now there's no more Billy.

-B.C. Byron
Sucked his thumb so hard his head deflated like a popped balloon

This poem reminds me of a bad habit I had growing up. I never sucked my thumb as a kid, but I did bite my nails. So I can understand the appeal a little bit. I used to bite my nails down so low that my fingers would bleed. This habit carried on until I was 9 or 10. I would start nibbling a slightly long nail, then I would go a bit too far down. Now I had to chew down all the other nails to match its level. This started a vicious cycle of trying to get all my nails even and the nails got lower and lower until there was nothing left to even get my teeth around. I finally quit biting my nails when my mother offered a Ninja Turtle action figure if I could resist for 6 weeks. Bad habits like nail biting can be hard to break.

But this poem is about thumb suckers. What happens if you go too far with that habit? Well, you are full of kid jelly (which is not good for spreading on toast, by the way). According to the anatomy class in college where I always paid very good attention, this jelly is what keeps your body inflated. Vigorous thumb suckers have been known to rupture thumbs and lose too much of this precious structural goo. This leads to catastrophic deflation and raisin-like shriveling. Quite embarrassing at parties and also dangerous. The only way to recover from this deflated condition is to have an emergency jelly replacement surgery where a tube is stuffed in your nose and synthetic body jelly is piped in. The synthetic body jelly is made from recycled hand sanitizer which is what you will smell like for the rest of your life. If you want to avoid being a sloshy, hand sanitizer scented, thumb popper with a sore nose, please stop sucking your thumbs as soon as possible. I don’t have any ninja turtles toys to offer you but this story should provide enough motivation to quit your digit slobbering.

So once again you have B.C Byron to thank for an important poetic warning and extremely accurate information. This poem is also sure to be a big help for you in college biology class later on. You’re welcome. And thank you for reading.

Travels

The universe is truly huge.
Our minds it overpowers.
But somewhere in that great abyss
are other minds like ours. 
To reach those other minds we'll go
miles counted in the trillions.
And when we finally do, mankind
will celebrate in billions. 

I don't know what the future holds,
technology is changin'.
Perhaps I'll be the first of us
to meet an alien.
Through the endless empty space,
quadrillion miles I'll travel.
To unfamiliar planets go -
for humans that will matter. 

Before I reach those future days,
got space to cover here.
Across the hall my neighbor lives
who needs a little cheer.
Through my front door,
down the hall,
one hundred feet I'll travel.
An unfamiliar face I'll greet.
To one, that trip will matter. 

Life is good but also hard.
Been lost and gotten scars.
Sometimes I feel a stranger here
my mind is in the stars.
My wandering mind has come to you.
Don't know how far I traveled.
You made this planet feel like home.
To you, I know I matter.

-B.C. Byron
My mind is out in space but you make Earth home for me

This poem is a little bit about me, but I think it applies to others who have big dreams and big ideas. I can get so absorbed in thoughts of far futures, space travel, cool inventions, math problems, or even just a good book. These things fill me with wonder and my head gets so far out into the stars that I fail to notice the world around me. I have a hard time getting back to Earth. More importantly, I can forget the needs of others when I’m in that place. Sometimes I’ve been called a “space case” when my brain really gets going on a new poem and I don’t want to pay attention anything else until it’s done. I find it’s good to take breaks from my mental universe and share my thoughts with somebody impprtant to me, and then hear their thoughts too. It makes my big ideas that much more incredible.

Big ambitions and lofty goals don’t have to get in the way of being there for your family, friends, and neighbors. My work and my hobbies and my influence on the world are important and powerful, but so is my influence on the handful of people I see every day. There is somebody nearby who’s feeling like an alien today and they need you to notice.

This poem reminds me to keep dreaming and doing big things and also keep reaching out to the rest of humanity. I can do both. We need each other as much as we need amazing discoveries.