So Sweet, Susan's Hands and Feet

They're good enough, she exclaimed.
They move and wiggle for all their worth.
I could be someone who’s maimed,
My hands and feet do nothing but flirt.

Flirting hands and feet you say,
Then there are things that I need to learn.
Take the time to look I pray,
My hands and my feet are never spurned.

If there's men I want to know,
I point my toes and wiggle at them.
Painted to put on a show,
They cannot resist the sparkling trim.

My soft hands don't look well worn,
They attract single men as they should.
No rings is how they’re adorned,
To draw a man to marry who could.

Take care when seeing my hands,
And be mindful of my feet as well,
Those unripe for wedding bands,
Turn around and run as fast as Hell.