I am a disease that children adore, I am decay in disguise, yet you ask for more. You don’t want me inside your head, Yet you watch me for hours instead.

Forty-two times is all I need to reach from here to the moon. Remove the start and finish, and I'm closer to a baboon.

I am big and mighty Erections is my task. Giant balls hang from me, if you ask. Don’t be intimidated, by my size. You’ll have fun riding me, once you acclimatise.

I carry you low and I carry you high, I may carry on even after you die. Consume me and I may be lifted up, Consume too much and you may throw up.

At a story’s end, I patiently dwell, But inside your body, I might raise hell. Read me or cut me, either one clicks; I'm found in your books and biology’s mix.