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An Ode to Feet

This little ditty's really quite neat
And pays homage to hooves, dogs - feet!
Some folks love to dip them in the pool


Others use them to be quite the fool


Some I've seen full of tats


These are Usain Bolt's, what's up with that?


Some folks bronze them 'cause they love them so much


Others get close, play footsie and such


Some get scraped, bloody and bruised


Others sport dainty fuck-me shoes


These ones I saw sitting in a movie seat


And these are so tiny and perfect and neat


Most people's have a total of (count 'em) ten toes
But very few can successfully touch them to their nose!

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Comments

ettarose said…
Yay!!!!!!!! What a great poem to feet. I love what you did.
I wish I had been as creative. Of course, I usually think that.

Sorry, the Metallica grossed you out. :( I guess you're old school, huh? ;)
nonamedufus said…
ettarose: Thank you ma'am. This feet-ure was fun.

UR: Well, I'm old.
Nooter said…
my goodness, the lengths humans wont go to to dress up those horrible things
Quirkyloon said…
Love the poem Noname!

Love stinks and sometimes the feet stink too!

heh heh heh
Jenn Thorson said…
Nonamedufus...
Getting jiggy
with the piggies! :)
ReformingGeek said…
What a nice footsie rhyme. I can't believe you didn't find a picture of a foot with six toes!
nonamedufus said…
Nooter: Of course for you they're the paws that refreshes.

Quirks: My ex mother-in-law used to spray mine with lysol. Not too subtle.

Jenn: Oh what a great line! Wish I'd thought of it.

RG: Just for you:

On the internet I found some pics
Of toes on feet in groups of six

http://www.marcusinthemorning.com/images/pics/six_toed_lady.jpg
Winky Twinky said…
Wow, that's a great ditty there... should be included in the book of all time great poetry. There IS one of those right? Anyway, LOVED the post, I'm still chuckling!
nonamedufus said…
Winky: I took poetry 101 in college.
Don said…
Brilliant! I'm going to find the girl drinking the wine...and I'll send Usian a pair of Nike's too.
nonamedufus said…
Don: I thought you might find that girl insteresting.
thinkinfyou said…
That was great! I especially loved the baby feet!
nonamedufus said…
thinkinfyou: That's the beauty of this post: something for everyone. Glad you enjoyed it.
That girl using her feet to hold the wine glass -- is that a more aggressive form of tying a cherry stem into a knot with your teeth?

Fun post.
David said…
Fun post - thanks for sharing it with us...plus you should get a ton of traffic from the foot fetish crowd.
That's a very nice, lighthearted poem about feet that you wrote. Also, not that I care, but a friend of mine might, you don't have a phone number for the girl whose drinking wine with her feet do you? She seems very limber. Nice, I mean, not limber. :)
That girl using her feet to hold the wine glass -- is that a more aggressive form of tying a cherry stem into a knot with your teeth?

Fun post.
Jenn Thorson said…
Nonamedufus...
Getting jiggy
with the piggies! :)

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