Forged From A Different Mold

My head cannot comprehend sports

And my torso is lacking in muscle.

My legs do not look good in shorts

And my heart has a great dearth of hustle.

My hands and my eyes don’t play nicely

But one thing that I think is neat

Is that I have two assets precisely:

I have, not one, but two athlete’s feet!

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