Your Feet On The World Wide Web - Poem by Anthony Fry
Please remove your shoes, and put on that conveyor belt
Polydactilists & Syndicalists, join the World Wide Web.
Putting you in line with a Jurassic Isle, sheep dip in Uist.
Golden Eagles went into decline, from security checks.
But would you be surprised, at all Custom Checkouts.
Thousands have Hourly trod the boards, before you have.
All over this World foot web grows, Second by Second.
Letting “Bootmen” Retifist Terrorists, silently Hob-Nob.
By letting “Custom Officers” cripple, this whole World.
Chiropractic approach, stresses health-care needs prevention.
Invading Toxins, Parasites, Allergies, or Infectious Agents.
A third percent of adults suffer, some form of foot problem.
Be it smelly socks, sweaty feet, spreading Verruca or Warts.
Giving a bit of your bazuka gel, to irritate Diabetics and skin.
All those Carbuncles are shared, at no extra baggage charge.
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