Home is where the Heart is

Home is where the heart is

But you broke it

The old clothes shop is where my second hand is

My foot is on the end of a soldier’s leg

My ankle is in my sock

The spare ribs are in the oven

With the joints

I also eat muscles

I left my stomach in the bathroom toilet

I am a bit of a dick

I cock things up

I talk a load of balls

I am an arsehole

And a bum

Unfortunately, I am spineless

My knee bone is next to the trombone

I live the thigh life

And I used to be a hippy

Lay some skin on me man

I do carpentry using my toenails

My fingernails pick my nostrils

I open doors using knee nobs

I shin up trees

I skull on the river

I wear an ear wig

I have my eyes on you

I can give you a good old tongue-wagging

I wax my ears

I keep a calf in my garden

I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders

A cough has taken over my chest

I have a sore throat

My nose runs

My feet smell

I am upside down

I live in my home

My home is my body

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