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As I’m nearing Seven-Six,
Experience is In the Mix.
Redesign for Human’s Sake,
Here’s the Changes I would Make:
Gas would Smell like Cotton Candy,
That, alone, Would make Life Dandy.
Skin Renewal through the Year,
Spots and Wrinkles – Disappear.
Arms would Number Four or More,
Could accomplish any Chore.
Hearts would Be held in Reserve,
If one Fails – New One would Serve.
Toes would Jingle when You Walk,
All will Have so None will Gawk.
Finger Nails that Sprout to Wings,
Useful – sure – For many Things.
Hair would Color Wild to Plain,
With a Signal from Your Brain.
Snot would Have a Chocolate Taste,
Boogers then Marshmallow Based.
Fat shall Turn to Muscle Brawn,
Automatic before Dawn.
A Third Set of Geezer Teeth,
Pops Out late from Underneath.
Ears would Blink in Day or Night,
Signal turns for Left or Right.
Now I need a Time Machine,
Take me to Creation’s Scene.
Place me There among the Able,
Leading the Designer’s Table.
Experience is In the Mix.
Redesign for Human’s Sake,
Here’s the Changes I would Make:
Gas would Smell like Cotton Candy,
That, alone, Would make Life Dandy.
Skin Renewal through the Year,
Spots and Wrinkles – Disappear.
Arms would Number Four or More,
Could accomplish any Chore.
Hearts would Be held in Reserve,
If one Fails – New One would Serve.
Toes would Jingle when You Walk,
All will Have so None will Gawk.
Finger Nails that Sprout to Wings,
Useful – sure – For many Things.
Hair would Color Wild to Plain,
With a Signal from Your Brain.
Snot would Have a Chocolate Taste,
Boogers then Marshmallow Based.
Fat shall Turn to Muscle Brawn,
Automatic before Dawn.
A Third Set of Geezer Teeth,
Pops Out late from Underneath.
Ears would Blink in Day or Night,
Signal turns for Left or Right.
Now I need a Time Machine,
Take me to Creation’s Scene.
Place me There among the Able,
Leading the Designer’s Table.
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