I've BODY PARTS and PRESSURE POINTS
I've SOCKETS, VALVES and lots of JOINTS.
My CELLS don't bar me - for I'm free
My INNER TUBES are part of me
I hope I never lose my GRIP
I hold my CLUTCH so it won't slip.
I have a ROOF inside my HEAD
There are two PITS where I don't tread.
Upon my HEAD, I have some LOCKS
Inside my NECK, I have a BOX.
My TOES are "NAIL"ed on my two FEET
I have two DRUMS that I can't beat.
I'll never pack my CHEST with sheets
My TRUNKS ne'er filled with keepsake sweets.
My HAMMERS are not made of steel
My STIRRUPS don't fit ARCH nor HEEL.
There is no sound from my SKIN TONE
My charming PRINTS are mine alone.
My DISK won't play by any means
I know I can't remove my GENES.
I have two CALVES that don't eat hay
My ORGANS have no song to play.
My ADAMS-APPLE is not fruit
I have two ARMS but they won't shoot.
No art paints on my PALATE lay
My CORDS are vocal - so they say.
I think my WISDOM TOOTH is wise
I have a FRAME that's just my size.
There are no jewels in my CROWN
My LASHES never whip me down.
My TEMPLES are within my zone
My ROOTS just keep on hangin' on.
I've "EAR"IE canals I can't swim
There is a HAND out on my LIMB.
No flower is my IRIS, blue
My EARS aren't made of corn - that's true!
My BUDS ne'er in a garden grow
My BLADES cannot cut grass - you know.
My PALMS aren't trees - My BANGS weren't shot
When my PORES pour, it means I'm hot!
My VESSELS neither float nor fret
My TISSUES cannot blot up sweat.
I'm glad my SWALLOW never flies
My PUPILS always dot my EYES.
When my EYE bawls then, I can't sleep
My little DUCTS, at times, may weep.
I have a PIPE I cannot light
I have two LIDS I close each night.
My GUM is something I can't chew
My HAIRS don't hop - that wouldn't do!
'Neath my two FEET, my BALLS can't roll
I had a HEART that someone stole.
My MUSCLES can't produce a pearl
My CAGE could never trap a squirrel.
My HUMERUS never jokes around
My BONES aren't what the doggie found.
My FEELINGS have a lot of NERVE
I have no "spare" RIBS I can serve.
In VEIN I try to win a race
But, my poor SOLES can't stand the pace.
Can't cross my BRIDGE but that's o.k.
It matters not! HIP, HIP Hooray!
I've pairs and sets and things in rows -
What Makes Me Tick?...Guess no one knows!