Smelly Feet Poem by Ken Anstiss

Smelly Feet



My feet are quite attached to me,
Yet seem so far away,
When I was just a little boy,
My feet were very close you see,
and never went astray,

Now their much more distant,
But whats that awful smell,
Emanating from below my waist,
is it something I just stepped in,
as I was rushing down the path,

I take my shoes and socks off,
I think I need a bath.
I run the water in the tub,
the stench I cannot stand.
Its coming from my glowing feet,
is a bucket close to hand.

I peg my nose, and dunk them in,
Its like an unexploded bomb.
My dogs rolled over on its back,
It really must be strong.

Extractor fan is working,
the air is nice and clear,
I'll try dunking them in
Good old Harpic
perhaps they'll disappear!

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Ken Anstiss

Ken Anstiss

Hayes, Middlesex England
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