There it sat, all shiny red, Calling every thought inside my head. Little sign in giant font, *"DO NOT PUSH!"* ...well, now I want. Looking harmless on the shelf, Almost laughing to itself. If temptation had a face, It'd wear that button in this place. Common sense said, "Walk away." Curiosity yelled, "Not today!" Whoops, I pushed the red button, what'd you think I'd do? Now the room's gone completely off the rails and through. Sirens singing, pigeons fleeing, chaos on parade, Rubber chickens flying like an airborne masquerade. If a sign says "Don't," my brain hears, "Go investigate!" Now I'm dancing with disaster that I accidentally made. Just one little, tiny poke, What's the worst? A harmless joke? Then confetti hit my face, Doom arrived at record pace. Disco lights began to spin, Coffee yodeled from within. Squirrels held a board meeting, Voting "YES" on world defeating. The button blinked with smug delight, Like, "Yeah... I'd do it every night." Whoops, I pushed the red button, now the world's askew. Didn't read the fine print—that was probably clue number two. Every warning label suddenly became a punchline, Turns out chaos has impeccable comedic timing. I should really learn my lesson... that's a solid plan... Right after I press the glowing blue one if I can. Maybe self-control is just a myth we all pretend. Maybe every "Do Not Touch" is secretly a friend. Maybe scientists make buttons just to test our fate... Or maybe they know people like me just can't wait! Whoops, I pushed the red button, now we're all involved. Nobody knows what happened, nothing has been solved. The pigeons still won't answer, squirrels now run the town, The rubber chicken somehow got promoted to the crown. So, if you ever spot one with a warning bright and first... Walk away... be sensible... ...or wait until I push it first!
