Tonight's Poet Corner: Festive Footwear
Festive Footwear
by Belinda Roddie
I didn't have a Christmas stocking, so I hung
my uncle's dirty sock up by the fireplace. It's
lacking its companion, so he won't miss it,
and it's big enough (his shoe size is 13). When
I ran down for my treats, all I found was old
cheese in the blackened toe. I guess that's
what happens when I gross out Santa.
by Belinda Roddie
I didn't have a Christmas stocking, so I hung
my uncle's dirty sock up by the fireplace. It's
lacking its companion, so he won't miss it,
and it's big enough (his shoe size is 13). When
I ran down for my treats, all I found was old
cheese in the blackened toe. I guess that's
what happens when I gross out Santa.
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