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Shoe Hole (Free verse) by Bobjim
Look at the God-damn shoe hole.
Curse the Phillips stick-sole.
Only out for a short stroll,
When the bloody thing wore through.
Look at the state of the uppers,
Ain't no high-steppin' strutters,
Rather be home behind shutters,
Than walking these gardens of Kew.
Look at the knotted laces.
Certain they've seen a few places.
A proper pair of disgraces.
I just don't know what to do.
Wish I'd settled for cloggies.
They don't get bitten by doggies
And they stop you sinking in boggies
But cost a penny or two.
Sod it I think I'll go barefoot
(As long as I don't step in bear poop).
Suppose that I'd just better bear up
And stop all this hullabaloo.