- 6 days ago
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Our feet are roughly
A foot long
At least we've got
The measure
Of that one
But still
Our nose
Knows nothing
And out toes
Can't tow a thing
Our eyes are
Shaped like O's
And we've misnamed
Our elbows
They don't bow
They bend
Although you can use them
For a regal bow,
Every now and then.
Our nails are what come off
Second best
When a hammer and nail
Have struck them.
Our bottom sits
In our middle
not at our end
Mind you,
In two bits not one,
Unlike our lips
Which too have a crack
But at least we count
Their sum.
Our eyelashes may bat
But never whip
Our belly may growl
But never chime
Our shoulders?
Maybe we
Should call
Should-ers
As they shrug
When we think
What we
Should'a done.
We have forearms
But only
Two of them
Forearmed but not
Forewarned
And while we have forearms
We've not forelegs
Because that
Would just
Not make
Horse-sense