Off With My Shoes Poem by Michael Lynn McAmis

Off with my shoes, slowly wiggling my toes.
Sitting in my bedroom and having to cover my nose.
Dang, did something rotten crawl inside my shoe?
Now, kicking them away from my bed. Yuck! Peeeuu!
That smell, eek! I imagined it was on my socks too.
I reached slowly to one of them, but there was two.
Now thinking, I bet both have that stench like my shoes.
Maybe my feet stink too. There's just one choice to choose.

Index finger pointing out, I'm going in.
I'm planning to scratch across my sock a bit, the smell, it may send.
Then regrouping, getting a better plan.
I will pull that sock off. I will get a little sniff then.
If it is real bad, I will put two fingers on my nose, or in.
Here I go, that sock is coming off and going into the clothes bin.
With a finger inside my sock, two fingers in my nose again.
I pulled the sock off and flung it into the clothes bin.

I was right, there was an awful smell.
If I were to overlook it, in my room the odor would dwell.
Both socks off now, reached for the odor spray.
Sprayed it like a mad man. I was the winner that day!