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.
4 comments:
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!
I like poems about boots.
Oh, NICE BOOTS!
(whoah ... who said that? Can't have been me - I don't do footwear!)
You don't... do.. Docs? Who doesn't do Docs?
Now I'm disappointed in YOU, Janine :)
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