A Poem About My Body

Er, this is a poem called A Poem About My Body And Its Parts
and it's a poem about my body and its constituent, er, parts.

My posture's bad, I have a back
That looks a little like a yak
Except it's not so hairy really
'Cos I have it seen to yearly

My fingers are quite long and slender
Good for stroking places tender
A side, a neck or a suspender
But not inside a kitchen blender

My ears are large and catch the wind
The cold, the sun, I would exscind
Which means cut off but I am squeamish
And the only rhyme for that is Rheimish
(Which is an adjective relating to the city of Rheims which obviously
Isn't very appropriate)

My feet, I've two, are just the job
Worth every penny, pound or bob
They fit inside my favourite shoes
And move about just when I choose

As a whole my body's fine
It does the business every time
It's tall enough to fill the space
In between my feet and face