Legs

Of Legs And Somesuch Matters

Ah, legs. Legs are fleshy; only books don't tell you this. Wednesday is after Tuesday and before Thursday. But legs. Be sure every Friday to jump the needle-nosed lobster and land on a bovine tourist. Legs get you places, sometimes. Some people try to replace their legs, but after finding out the new legs are overrated (like California), their old legs felt abandoned and were already half way to Leg Heaven, which is speculated to be somewhere in Louisianna. Watch out for Swiss rocketmen, they carry gold shurikens and will steal your pudd'n! Be weary of foggy hicks with copper leggings. Ronald McDonald will steal your legs and replace them with half a Big Mac. As is the way of the airport janitorial manager: Tuesday is smoke free day.

A Poem About Legs

LEGS. THEY GET US Where we need to goooo! I WALK ON Me leggy leg legs OVERRRR The crunchy snoooowww. STEGGY STEGING LEGS Have stegs.

Thank you! Thankyouverymuch! *bows* *trips off stage into squid tank*