feet by charlie24

October 4, 2011
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Dear old mother nature,
You designed our bodies neat,
But why did your concentration lapse,
When you got down to our feet?

They help a bit when walking,
From home down in to town,
They stop our legs from fraying at the ends,
And prevent us from falling down.

They serve no other purpose,
As far as I can tell,
Most of them are misshapen,
And the ones that aren’t just smell.

I suppose you really did your best,
And I really should be fair,
So if I apologise for insulting you,
Will you give me a better pair?

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hippiechick99 said...
Apr. 5, 2012 at 8:05 am
This poem made me laugh too. It's a good change from all the serious poetry written on this site.
FULLSTOP replied...
Apr. 16, 2012 at 4:18 am
thanks for commenting
raeherron This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Nov. 21, 2011 at 8:43 pm
This is really cute!  It reminds me of Shel Silverstein
ethan_bane_hope said...
Nov. 18, 2011 at 7:12 pm
this is a really good one if a bit random. it made me laugh!!!!
TheWordSmith said...
Oct. 19, 2011 at 6:43 pm
This poem made me smile! :) I gave it a 3/5 not because I didn't like it, but because I felt that parts of it were a little awkward. For example, the phrase "They stop our legs from fraying at the end" had too many syllables for the stanza, and it made it a little awkward. Other than that, it was enjoyable to read! :)
charlie24 replied...
Oct. 21, 2011 at 4:05 am
thanks for commenting
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