The Unknown Prodigy
I am talented at something's,
Breathing,
for example
comes naturally to me,
though talking sometimes an effort
I'm fluent in my a b c,
I can walk with one foot in front of the other,
I can sit on my bottom
for hours on end,
I can cry when unhappy
and which is more
if I'm losing an argument
I can pretend,
I can open both my eye at the same time,
I can close them together,
and if I look out the window,
most mornings
I can predict the weather,
I can tie my own laces,
silence my farts
even blame the smell of them
on someone else's parts,
I can pick my nose
and hide the evidence with a turn of the head
and a flick of the hand,
I can fall over
which is more
YOU WONT BELIEVE THIS
I can land,
but of my many talents
the one of I which I am most proud
(besides my modesty and grace)
is my ability to blend in
with the rest of the crazy human race.
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