Tuesday, December 13, 2011

poem reprised from trash

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.


Craig Sorensen said...

I'm glad you posted it. It made me smile, which is nice among the rather intense stuff I'm working on.

And I do tend to agree; sometimes I edit too much. Writing-wise, I've been doing a lot of editing lately, and while it's important, letting the creative muse off its leash is essential.

Keep having fun!

Ms. Moon said...

I like poems about boots.

Janine Ashbless said...


(whoah ... who said that? Can't have been me - I don't do footwear!)

Jo said...

You don't... do.. Docs? Who doesn't do Docs?

Now I'm disappointed in YOU, Janine :)