I want fifteen fingers and twenty toes
Next time around I want fifteen fingers and twenty toes
What I would do with them, only is known by me and my nose.
I would have two nostrils and six eyes of royal sky blue.
Some could call me a monster; it would be long overdue.
My body would be corpulent, Rubenesque, Hilda-cartoon like.
My hips too large to fit in a car; they would crush a motor bike.
I would be carried on a royal stretcher, taken place to place.
In spite of this development, I would have a pretty face.
She is the queen! The call would go up, as in a battle cry!
I would be feared and revered, until I chose to fade and die.
Next time around I want hair that curls up, and touches the sky.
Fifteen fingers, twenty toes, you cannot imagine why.
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