I wear my heart on my sleeve

My spleen likes to ride on my shoulder

My pancreas dictates everything I do

 

My right calf prefers to be known as Fred

My boobs do whatever they want

My liver encourages them

 

I have a cavity in my left brain

And a cold sore in my right

 

My gall bladder seems timid

My left shoulder whispers in secret

 

My right shoulder hates gossip

 

Everytime the phone rings

My uterus gets nauseous

 

My ears have 20 /20 vision

My eyes only hear what they want to hear

 

My colon is in knots on top of my forehead

My lungs have given their power to my big toe

 

My thumb says it plans a coup

 

The intestine ties it all together

But it’s the pinky that has the real knowledge