Hi There
I’m what is called a human, I’m part of the human race,
I’ve a mouth, two ears and eyes, and a nose sits on my face.
I have a hairy carpet that is covering my head,
And because I do get tired, I just spend each night in bed.
I have also got two legs, both with a hip at one end,
Because, very regularly, I’ve a certain need to bend.
The other end of my legs are sporting two five toed feet,
Which keep me standing upright when not sitting on my seat.
In the middle of each leg, I have what is called a knee,
Which if I misplace bed socks, help me under my bed see.
They also come in handy regarding a wife-to-be,
For when one is proposing, one can go down on their knee.
I’m rather elongated, with odd bulges here and there,
My tummy has a button, but don’t ask me why it’s there.
I have also got two arms, each with fingers and a hand,
Which I find come in handy when attempting a head stand.
I find my toes quite useful when a biscuit tin’s too high,
And the muscles in my legs, needed speed can soon supply.
In the middle of my arms, I have elbows that help too,
For when I’m feeling weary, I can lean on them, and do.
I’ve a neck that I can turn when I need to look around,
One that I can quickly tilt, should some money hit the ground.
I’ve a tongue and lots of teeth that enable me to eat,
And lips I’m often licking, for I’m partial to a treat.
I’ve shoulders that are handy when I’ve loads upon my mind,
And when my shoulders are massaged, it helps me to unwind.
I’ve a back for lying on when the daily chores are done,
And I’ve a sense of humour, hence this poem I hope’s fun.
Oh, did I forget my thumb? Sorry. It’s what I use to strum.
By Lance Landall
I Wonder
I wonder why I’m different? Could it be because I’m me?
Could you be
different also, given that you’re you, and not me?
And now that I’ve thought
of it, could others be different too?
Or is it only me that’s me, and only
you that is you?
Could we all be different — I mean,
each one of us unique?
Or do you think that in saying so, I’ve really got a
cheek?
Though surely if I can’t be you, and if you cannot be me,
It only
stands to reason that no one else the same could be.
Hang on. Perhaps there're exceptions to what (here) appears to be.
Yes,
maybe there is someone out there who’s
the same as you and me,
Or maybe it’s just you, or maybe I, who isn't
unique;
I wonder what we'd find if you and I were to go and seek?
Now, if we found another me, or we found another you,
Would I in fact
still be me, and would you in fact still be you?
For after all, if there
was another one of you or me,
We
surely couldn't be considered as uniquely you or me.
No, I really don't like the thought of there being another me,
And as far
as another you goes — is that what
you'd want to see?
It's hard enough trying to figure one’s self out, quite
frankly,
Without there being another
you or me to figure out, dear me!
By Lance Landall
