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This year, I set myself the foolish task of trying to write something every day, and what you see here is the result. None of this is finished, polished, or in any way good. It's usually a few lines at the end of the day when I'm tired, my head's broken, and this nonsense spills out of it onto the page. Feel free to comment away, and if you think anything has any potential then let me know and I might have a go at working on it further.

But hang on, where's the first month? You've ripped us off! I hear you say... Well, yes. I have been writing since the beginning of January, but it's taken me a while to get the blog up, so everything here is a month old.

Sunday, 13 March 2016

Socks

I met a man that never did
Wear socks upon his feet
But he managed it in such a way
That was ever so discrete.

His trouser length was always
Just a little over sized
And his boots stopped somewhere
Between his ankles and his thighs.

But all of this caused
Problems of perspiration
With the trousers and the boots
Preventing air circulation.

As he ambled through the day
And pedi-temperature rose
A distinctive aroma
Began pooling round his toes.

It increased exponentially
Moisture, smell and heat
'Til he was forced to remove his boots
And we all became aware of his feet.

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