Poem About Feet

A Poem About Feet

"Will you dance?"

"No, I'm sorry I don't dance,

I've a bunion like an onion

and some corns that give me jip,

This floor is hard,

These boards look waxed,

I'm scared that I might slip.

Besides, I have a blister

and I think it's going to burst,

When it comes to feet,

You know I really am accused.

I have got verrucas

the like of which would make you pale,

There's very little foot-wise

from which I do not ail.

Hey there!

Where are you going?

Oh no!

What did I say?

Don't let my ingrown toenails

get in romance's way.

Oh dear, looks like I've blown it,

It seems I just can't win it.

Just when I think I've found someone,

I put my big feet in it!