Biologically Challenged
Being biologically challenged,
He heard it all through his eerie eyes
He had toilet paper Phobia
So his instinct was not a surprise!
Fingers on his feet made them handy,
And his hands were two feet apart
Full of life but his liver was shot
To be heartless, he had a good heart
His butt was facing to the front
Which made his head a little behind
All told, he was like everyone one else
Just like them, he was one of a kind!
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