Oh, my feet, those jolly clowns,
With socks that clash and shoes that frown.
They wiggle and squirm, take quite a stance,
Often tripping me in a silly dance!
One's got a blister, the other a callus,
They smell like cheese, oh dear, what a malice!
Yet through it all, they carry me far,
My trusty companions, my own dancing stars!
So here’s to my feet, so quirky and sweet,
Always a step ahead, though sometimes discreet!
With every misstep and occasional flop,
They remind me that laughter never should stop!
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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