Dirty Feet…
Encrusted are my feet,
With months of dirt & smell,
Without my socks, my feet they do tell,
I have not washed them since Reagan was well…
Small shower have I,
Can stand but not bend over,
No tub to speak of,
But at least water does exit the way it should,
Better that it didn’t as my feet they would,
Get cleaned, at least with dirty soapy water they could…
Even Rufuz is appalled,
Near my feet he does not go,
Or his hair would fall out,
Yes, old hairy Rufuz would go bald…
I could wash them in the sink,
That would require my standing in the thing,
And I am not enough in the pink, to climb that high,
So I will have to just live with the stink,
Although after a time, you don’t smell your own pinkies,
For me if I did, I may fall over and die…
© ed – 3/9/04
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Hugs & kisses to Rufus
Now that Reagan is well you turn bad?
Ratty-tatty-pinky-swatty-Jasus!!
Plus stinky feet? Smelly write methinks!!
Not You????
love Tinka
Buy yourself a detatchable showerhead or go cavorting through a lawn sprinkler...burn your shoes and socks NOW! No, better bury them so the smell doesn't overcome the neighbors... Good lord, man! You're a walking biohazard!
Good job, you nut!
from the largest body of water in the world and you've got dirty feet? Find a rock or an old pier, peal off those nasty socks,
and stick those crusty tootsies into "mother ocean"... and listen to yourself (and poor Rufuz) go AHHHHHHH! Get going, you!
hehe... katy xox.