Baldy Boot Billy Poem by John W. McEwers

Baldy Boot Billy



You walk too much, Billy
Have you seen the bottom of your boots?
Lift you legs up over your waist
Bend your head down to your knees
Take a look at what you've done
While you were walking in the breeze.
You tore the rubber off the soles
You put a hole in each heel
Much more walking, Billy,
And you're sure to blow a wheel.
You're unlucky it's winter, Billy,
When there's ice along the ground
You're gonna fall flat on your baldy boot face
You should get those things fixed.

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John W. McEwers

John W. McEwers

Nova Scotia, Halifax
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