By Momma Oh, feet you take me everywhere
From place to place I go.
I often find you so divine,
Yes, how I love you so.
With 9 toes, you help me count
And always help me grow.
I am glad I am not crippled,
‘Cause that would really blow.
But feet, I have one question.
I hope you’re not offended.
Why is it you smell so badly,
Even when just freshly scented?
I try and try to keep you clean
With Febreze and such,
Yet, nothing alieves the odor.
You, still, reek so much!
I wear my socks and always scrub
Whenever in the shower.
But that smell you pass
Us an impenetrable power.
When I dry my bare self off,
And lift my foot to nose,
Without a doubt I gag
From the stench within my toes.
Oh, feet, remind me once again,
Why you mean so much.
You’re gross and icky to no end.
I hate your callous touch.
So I've decided once and all
That ankle down, I need not
I'll go get the kitchen knives
That rest beside the pots.
No more irritating "tosey" games.
I'll end it now forever,
I'll cut my feet right off my legs
With one slight smooth sever.
The white walls that surround me
Remind me of the sky.
And, they say I'm a crazy little girl,
But I still don't know why.
I miss you feet.
I miss your smell
I want to lick you now.
HAVE A NICE DAY!
Poem: Ode to My Feet
