The song of a pathological liar
I am four foot three ....not really
I am a vegetarian pacifist
Not really
I am a capricorn
Not really
I don't believe in the 'stars'
I was born on a mars bar
I feel only with my hands
Not really, , , , very well
I am from a large cable tossing clan
Of Irish priests in open toe sandals
I have two bunions
And walk in front of traffic
I am a flatulent loner
Not really
When I am nervous I bite my toenails
I have an incurable fungus disease
I have a hat made of mushrooms
I walk out into on coming traffic
I never cross the road, unless
It is two drag an old lady against her will
I am a three foot swiss pensioner with a chest wig and halitosis
I used to be a ballroom dancer
I became a saloon bar arm wrestler to distract myself from drinking
I am a very small receding scots man
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poem by Yvette Smith
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