ANATOMICALLY inCORRECT a very bad poem by John Liger from the yet-to-be-published "Nicely Done Bad Poems of the 20th Century" pub. by "Shyster & Sue-Me" back to John's Page It takes a lot of elbow grease — to trim a tough old toenail     When I’ve got my shoulder to the wheel     But my head’s still in the clouds I’ve still got both feet on the ground and nose to the grindstone     But I can barely toe the dotted line     While I’m reaching for a twinkly star It may really all be in the wrist, but I’m keepin’ my fingers in the pie     While my hat’s still in the ring and     My one good ear close to the ground It brings a lump to my throat — and a gleam in my eye     But stranger take notes — and don’t bother to cry I’ll be keepin’ my mind open — and my big mouth tightly shut     As I belly up to the bar of life     And thumb my nose at fallen arches My compass prob’ly’s headed south — — my big foot in my mouth     But I keep my head screwed on pretty straight     Even if one hand’s sort of stuck in the cookie jar So while I’m down on my trick knee — with a stiff and achy neck     Should I worry ’bout a few old migraines     Or where I put the dang Viagra My daddy warned me long ago — told me “pay attention”     Or by the time I learnt how the game was played     I’d be too darn old to make the team But my skin ain’t thin — and my bones so brittle     The I can’t poke fun — and laugh mor’n a little "I'VE SEEN SANCHEZ" POETRY BOOK copyright 2000 - 2005, John Liger, all rights reserved, as if anyone would want them. stardust@rockisland.com