My body makes a lot of noise;
It whistles, snorts and creaks,
Not to mention gurgles from
The plumbing when it leaks.
I haven't got a notion
Why this cacophony does reign
From the bunions on my feet
To my poor spongy brain.
My knees go off like rifle shots
When I am on the stairs.
My stomach growls when I'm sharp set
Like angry polar bears.
Castanets inhabit
Portions of my lower jaw.
When I take a nap you'd think
I'd swallowed a buzz saw.
It seems as I grow older
All this racket does increase.
I ought to get a tune up
And my joints could use some grease.
If I could modulate the sound --
Oh, wouldn't it be grand! --
I'd be the finest and foremost
Symphonic one-man-band.
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