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
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
loved the poem...very funny....Fiona