Ode to the Toe Ring
Let's pause a while to cogitate
On things we don't oft contemplate
The value of the bare and simple toe
Whose beauty like a native wild
We cannot leave so undefiled
And so a new adornment trend must grow
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To fashion's dictate toes must bow
Their freedom we cannot allow
And so with decorous bands we gird them in
and jailors in their vanity
push boundaries of sanity
to perpetrate this vain and pointless sin
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and so I follow absently
in roles my peers have cast for me
to trap in shackles bright these digits bare
But now with jewel encrusted toes
with studded ears and perfect clothes
I realize I'll have to fix my hair
5 comments:
ROFLMBO! Love that punch line, Babe!
I knew we'd corrupt you sooner or later, Babe!
Can you write one about ugly toes? I contemplated mine and discovered there's a reason I don't look at them very often.
Great poem, Babe.
You're so nutty! lol
Get down he lifts me, get down he lifts me up.
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