Hula Hooping
I can whistle. I can dance.
I’ve a knack for growing plants.
I’ve got talents by the ton;
Hula hooping isn’t one.I can doodle. I can write.
I can sing all day and night.
I can do so many things,
but those stinking hula rings.It’s exasperating, but
they get stuck around my gut
when I’ve given them a whirl.
I’m too fat to make ’em twirl.
