Why God made me alluring I don’t know
To cut my vanity he bent my toes
Not far from climbing trees, my feet were hands
Confined to shoes, a bunion made them bend
Thus I’m half evolved,my mind is sharp
My body is still monkey in its parts
Of course I have no fur so I must dress
Am I proof that Darwin was remiss?
For how can head evolve but feet do not
In the embryo or in a cot?
I am neither beast nor am I man
My face may tempt my toes are also ran
Nothing is as perfect as a smile
An ugly face can swiftly men beguile
