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A FAREWELL TO ARMS:

A letter to my departing body parts
In the style of Dr. Seuss

Farewell, my arms! All the miles we've walked,
Oh, I'll miss you so; All the shoes we have worn -
I'll cry as you leave me I feel like I've known you
But yell, "Cheerio!" Since the day I was born.

I'll miss the arm wrestling, And farewell to my ears,
And the flying of kites, And my eyes, and my nose!
But I won't miss the papers Farewell to the dirt
That we had to write. That's stuck in between my toes.

But how will I paint Farewell to my butt!
Without my poor hands? Farewell to my chest!
Put the brush in my mouth? Now how many body parts
No, I don't think I can. Do I have left?

Farewell, my legs!
Oh, must you go, too?
After everything that
I've been through with you?

That pretty much leaves me
With my neck and my head,
Am I still talking?
Why, I should be dead.

Jonathon Boehman