I Can't Stand Them

If there's one thing,
That I cannot stand,
It's a pair of two things,
We have in this land.

They come in variety,
Of colour and creed,
God only knows,
Why he let them breed!!

They're the stumps of the body,
The finalisation,
I can imagine what God said,
Upon their creation.

"Everything's formed now,
Apart from one thing,
But I can't be arsed,
To finish this thing!!"

So he shoved on some grosse plates,
And tore up the reciept,
And now we're all cursed,
With these ugly crap FEET!!!