Toes of Paraffin
Camille, thou most elegant doorstop
Although thou mayst not read my plea
Thy celestial (er, "heavenly") beauty compels me to record it
But first I have to go pee
Ah, yes much better. To resume - oft have I dreamed of thy doorstop-shaped feet
And thine equally well-sharpened shoes
square toes? 'Tis the sign of a witch
Possessing, as they do, foul hammertoes
And bunions. But not you, Camille!
Contributors: | Ethetran, Roland, Kansas Sam, F, Karin, e, Dassn't Say, please end me. |
Poem finished: | 21st September 2003. |