Sir Swellimpedeedoo
had a problem with tight fitting shoes
they were always too small
couldn't rumba at the ball
so he cried all night boo hoo
He liked knitted hens
and making new friends
This much is certainly true
but finding shoes to fit was a problem
it made him a little bit blue
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The irony in this poem is that is a picture of me with that knitted chicken & I have foot issues 😅
ReplyDeleteOh well....you know what poets are like....tricky lot...some are clairvoyant...Thanks for the prompt...Hooroo, No worries , And Bob's your uncle:)
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