Who likes a foot?
Who wants to defeat
that foot?
Or both?
Unfortunately betrothed
to our feet
are we.
They carry us around.
Feet abound.
How can we
make them housebound
so they don't
follow us around?
The world is awash
with feet.
Ugh! !
Just remebered,
wash my left foot
as it's allright on the right.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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