THINGS EVENTUALLY POPPED OUT

What if things didn't pop out?

We were all once a blob...

Not very attractive I must say...

We all began looking weird...

And we were loved anyway...

I am glad my nose didn't pop out of my feet...

Always having to take my socks and shoes off to blow...

My eyes in the front of my head...

And not in the back of it...

I didn't have a say...

It just happened that way...

I was loved even when I was just a blob...

I am glad things eventually popped  out...

Hugs...

sparrowsong