Runner's Legs

June 4, 2012
By mwurzer4 DIAMOND, Rochester, New York
mwurzer4 DIAMOND, Rochester, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"Thou! thy truest type of grief is the gently falling leaf."
-Edgar Allan Poe


I wish I had a runner’s legs

And not these wooden pegs
That I have, awkward, stiff,
Like a cliff
Ready to tumble,
Throw me into a jumble.
I wish I had legs like her
That can make men purr
As she walks by
And makes me die.
She is a runner,
And like a stalking hunter
She’s always poised to go
Or to put on a show
For the boys
When they make noise.
But I like who I am,
The girl who puts jam
On her scrambled eggs,
So forget about the legs.
I’ll take my own mind
Over her legs, anytime.


The author's comments:
Be happy with who you are.

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