My boots have sprung a leak
I thought they'd see out the year
I guess they were too cheap
But good ones are too dear
Man may not live by bread alone
But Girls have certain needs
And even those with hearts of stone
appreciate dry feets.
*I wasn't going to post this, because - well, you can see why :) But I just read a thing suggesting we should edit less and create more, write a poem everyday. So feck it.