Do you want to know all about me

Or just the things you like?

All the things I’ve said in haste

Or just that I’ve ridden a bike?

Do you want to know the juicy things

That most don’t even know?

Or just all the tasteful stuff

That would make a pretty show?

Do you want to know who blew out the flame

And how it all began?

Or that when faced with mortal danger

Like a little girl, I ran?

What is it you want to know from me

My pesky tender friend?

I’d type it all out for you

Then forget to hit ‘send.’