How Things Work?

How things work? Has always fascinated me,
I have this need to check and search and see,
Why is the sky so blue? And the sea water is salty,
Why when right its right, but when wrong it’s faulty,
I love taking things apart to see just how they function,
Small dinner is not dinnereon but small lunch is luncheon,
I tore a book to see if indeed all pages are accounted for,
Surely they were short there was no page twenty four,
That’s how my days go by hour chases hour year follows year,
I wrote this poem with three cognacs that followed a beer,