Wholesome beauties all of you Poem by James McLain

Wholesome beauties all of you
and you and you the Democrats staff.
Beings and moms
taken are you all and he whom is yours
when you call.
He must come running as should, would I
and the shop I would open of souls,
would cater to naught but your sore callused feet.
Real feet are tired feet at the end of the day
and they are.
Would he grow jealous or mad if your shoes
were loosened thus and gently removed
and I promise to turn my head as the hose
I can hear are slowly rolled down and removed.
Remember from that and then hence
formed is of which I speak and he did for her as well.
Your feet would be washed and then oiled.
Each individual toe straightened and pulled
then gently popped.
While each toe nail would receive all the care
being brushed in the manner you love.
And love this you know
the bunions are caused from those sexy pumps that you wear.
Holly too.