Body Parts in Pairs

A’s for the arm (mile-long!) some tossers take
when you give ‘em a hand to amicably shake.
B’s for the brow. It’s the forehead you furrow
while badgeless bandidos brave burgling your burro.
 
C’s for the chin on which chumps are seen takin’ it.
Guilty as charged…? Yep! ‘Tain’t no use opaquein’ it.
D’s for the derma – what plain folk call skin.
White or black, it’s, in fact, the original sin.
 
E’s for the elbow, a part none save fools
choose to stick in their ears. I know few sharper tools.
F’s for the finger – precisely, the third –
which one gives unto others – or so I have heard.
 
G’s for the genitals – clipp’d when you’re Jewish.
(Or, maybe, for gentiles: I’m, sadly, sans clueish.)
H…? For the hip. It’s the place whereat pals
seem so frequently join’d. (Pals are “lezzies” when gals.)
 
I’s for intestines. To view them brings chills.
(Or, perhaps, for intestates who die lacking wills.)
J’s for the jugular. That’s where they start
when their final objective’s to cut out your heart.
 
K’s for the kneecap – what repo men break
when your juice loan repayments you’re failing to make.
L’s for the lips. They’re the pair you’re to read
when you dad doubles down on what first he decreed.
 
M’s for the mammaries, known to become
overblown as your girlfriend’s becoming a mum.
N’s for the nails, parts of fingers and toes
to which polish adheres. (N is also for nose.)
 
O’s for the ovaries – right after ‘nails.’
They’re so call’d ‘cuz they’re “’over re-‘ mark’d on” by males.
P’s for the palms which are found on your hands.
(P is also for trees found in cyclone-prone lands.)
 
Q’s for the quadriceps – sections of thighs
which are over-develop’d in iron-pumping guys.
R’s for the rib, from which God fashion’d Eve –
just one tale among many I’m loath to believe.
 
S…? For the shin. It’s the part you will bark
if your bare leg encounters my shin in the dark.
T’s for the tongue. White ones, shaped like a fork,
Coughed up twenty-four dollars to purchase New York.
 
U: for umbilical cord…? Nope! For uterus.
(Either or both, though, prove utile to tutor us.)
V’s for the veins. They’re cerulean blue –
and, if vericose, horribly hideous, too.
 
W’s wisdom teeth. Powder or paste
fails to save them. (It’s also for wrinkles and waist.)
X is for xiphoid – more process than part
and but rarely mistaken for kidney or heart.
 
Y’s for the yolk sac – in people, not eggs.
In a fetus, it’s larger than lobes, lungs or legs.
Z’s for the zonule of Zinn (would I lie…?),
but this Zinn isn’t Howard, it’s some other guy,
His real name’s Johann Gottfried. He, Howard and I
here bid you – and all parts of your body – “goodbye!”