Why wasn't he more?
He wondered in his attic one day.
The heat drove his eyelids down,
As he whiles away the day.
Why wasn't he a sandwich,
That everybody loved.
A treat that made mouths water,
As for it they dove.
Why wasn't he a hero,
With a balance between fists and talk?
He would abolish strife and heartbreak,
With a logic at which no one would balk.
Why couldn't he win a contest,
Play the pipe better than the best?
Instead of being chubby and fat,
Sitting and listening to the wheezing of his chest.