“Sitting, is never good for you” Gun Roswell

I sit in my chair

With uncombed hair

Pyjamas for comfort

Yes, you can call me a dork

I eat what I want

Go to bed when I need

In the shower i chant

Until the neighbours ears bleed

You may call me a bad seed

What ever, I don’t break easily

I look like a troll

You may prefer a doll

But not made of plastic

The only thing close, is my waistband elastic

So I may not be too fantastic

But I feel pretty realistic

And I am

Just because I can