Feet Hands
What if my hands were my feet
And my feet were my hands?
When I clapped would I clop?
When I clasped would I stand?
My gloves would be stinky
And my palms would be sore
Could my toes skip stones?
Could my hands sweep the floor?
I don't like this idea
I think I'll stay as I am
With my feet as my feet
And my hands as my hands