There’s nothing more inviting
Than my brand new pair of slippers
Unless someone invents me
Some furry lining knickers.
They sit there by the front door
Like a faithful little puppy
To greet me when I come back home
I really think they’re lovely
I sit there with my feet up
My toes as warm as toast.
I close my eyes and picture I am
Really by the coast.
I lost my job at easter
A blessing in a way
Cos now I get to wear my cosy footwear
Every day.
A world I have created
My feet now smell like kippers
Cos I spend each hour, night and day
In my favourite pair of slippers!
LOL! ! ! ha i love this.....so funny! ! ! No need for slippers here in OZ! But remember that sensation! Great flow...SGxo
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Hope someone soon invents some furry knickers for you, a great poem as always, chuckle, chuckle, chuckle.