I've no ace of spades to play.
I'm saddled with a useless deck.
I'm no action man on the front.
I'd much rather paint fresh flowers.
I'm no fitness fanatic.
I'm so pale and out of shape.
I'm not into mundane health food,
Just stuff that tantalises my taste buds
I'm not a rampant go getter.
I like to sleep long, pillowed hours.
But at least I'm not a regimented sheep.
And I thank the good Lord for that fact!
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