Your Own Secret Body
A mesomorph, a mesomorph
Is circling the old red dwarf
Who lies in chains behind the barn
A-spinning hay-stalks into yarn
As Mother Nature taught
An ectomorph, an ectomorph
Is singing along to Orff
Who hides in fear behind the chair
A-knitting carpets out of hair
Without a care or thought
An endomorph, an endomorph
Is swimming toward a wooden wharf
Where dwells an ancient fisherman
Who once amused the catcher can
Although he was a sot
| Contributors: | Ethetran, Beefy, Roland, Apsley, F, N. |
| Poem finished: | 27th November 2003 by Karin. |