Them Toes
By John Herlihy

Ah, them toes,
Looking plump and well-fed.
Ah, them toes,
The nails blushed blood red.
Oh, the exquisite care,
None the worse for wear.
Buffed and polished,
All dirt and grime abolished.
Shiny blood red stains,
Is that all that now remains.
Sittin’ there in a row,
Carryin’ a big body in tow.
Them toes sure had flair,
After so much loving care.
Peeking out like small fry,
Seemingly quite shy.
A prize of some kind,
She certainly didn’t mind.
A picture from head to toe,
That was my sister Moe.