.4. Blooming Great Feet Poem by David Threadgold

Blooming great feet
The bane of my life
They take me around
Causing trouble and strife

They trip over matchsticks
Get trapped between doors
I glide like a skater
On fresh polished floors

When pulling up covers
They stick out of bed
A hammer got dropped
Making left foot turn red

Blooming great feet
I have trouble with shoes
No shop stocks mine
Being size twenty two’s


© 2008 David Threadgold
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