Why I am Mess???

 

When God passed out brains,
I thought he said trains,
and I missed mine.

When God passed out looks,
I thought He said books,
and I didn't want any.

When God passed out ears,
I thought He said beers,
and I asked for two long ones.

When God passed out legs,
I thought He said kegs,
and I asked for two fat ones.

When God passed out noses,
I thought He said roses,
and I asked for a big red one.

When God passed out heads,
I thought He said beds,
and I asked for a big soft one.

God am I a mess?