Curiosity Poem by Paul Cutting

I wrote a story
But never wrote it down
I picked up something
that never touched the grown
I lost something
that know one ever found
I spoke words
with out making a sound
I climb up a Tree
and never left the ground
I had my favorite meal
air pudding and wind sauce
I worked hard all week
and then I paid the boss
I picked a bunch of Oranges
and then made apple sauce
this to me is an atrocity
I want to go crazy
just out of curiosity