Without your lips you can’t blow,
Without your teeth you can’t eat plow.
Your face feels cold, without your beard,
Without your ears you can’t hear.
Without the mustache the man is strange,
The bed characters we can’t change.
Without your fit, you can’t beat,
So, it is tasty the fried meat.
We will be bored without the nail,
The fingers looking like snail.
Frankly speaking without the hair,
The women are hiding I don’t know where,
We feel the smell with our nose,
If smell is bed you become serious.
Without the food, stomach is free,
We can’t seat without the knee.
The thoughtful people are very nice,
You can’t see without the eyes.


Note: Plow is Asian food with rice.