In Bare Feet Poem by james watkin

In Bare Feet



Always feels naughty to us
For to tingle so.
Bare-sodded, bare-streamed, cool, cool
To dab, dip a toe.

The worst frivolity, bar
Being wholly nude!
'look away now'. What's on our mind;
To worm's, fish's prude.

Thursday, August 11, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: feet,humour
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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