Charming I thought
As a sole left my shoe
A puddle arose
And my foot got wet through
No point in moaning
A quick fix I need
To fasten the sole on
I used a long lead
It didn’t work well
The sole didn’t hold
So here I stand soaking
Alone in the cold
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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