7 acessos
The strap that holds their legs on
It breaks and their waist is gone
All they are is a pair of legs
And a small hook for a head
Unlike Lazy Joe
They bend in the knees
With all the kicks they know
In a candy coffin they sleep
What was once thought to be a disaster
Now seems like a happy life there after
Without the torso things are neat
After all they are lighter on their feet
Legman
As time goes on
Their joints loosen up
Their spirits are still strong
Their hooks still look up