Stinking Shoes Poem by Steve Howard

Stinking Shoes



Oh, I did whine and sing the blues,
cause I was broke, and needed shoes.
Yet as I grumbled down the street,
I saw a happy man who had no feet.
Why wasn't he sad, I pondered, mused.
Why didn't he whine and sing the blues?
Then the answer came.The truth ensues.
It's cause he didn't need no stinking shoes!

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