I hope everyone enjoys reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!
A mutated cookie,
Into what we don't know.
Belongs to Iggy,
He's shy and won't show.

An experiment perhaps,
With bad side effects.
He cannot remember,
His memory lapsed.

Was it the project,
Or maybe old age.
I'll bet on the ladder
My words are my wage.

He seems fond of closets,
A personal kink?
I send him this poem,
With a smile and a *wink*.