Nothing boot toe till rot and duff feet...

Attempting nightly ritual

nsync with sole and

instep of beat

January second 21:08

two thousand twenty

footwear equipped with

custom made cleat

proudly standing tall

(think) as an elite

able, eager, and ready

to sprint skyhigh fleet

ting into netherlands

(towering well over

other wiry antennae thin contestants,

hence exception to

maximum height waved

outrageous illegitimate forfeit

chore blithely Atlas shrugged off),

whereby said marathoner Olympian

amidst godly pantheon did greet,

competitors crouched tigerlike

ironically melting starter blocks

deftly gunning generating barreling heat

fast as greased lightning

Achilles catapulted courtesy blur,

zee mist tree (oak kay)

man, i.e. helpmeet,

he roundly squared off

accompanied by his wifely entreat.

Thus situated, positioned, and finagled

husbandry duty obliging the misses,

no matter she kick started

(think thrashing outsize overgrown toddler)

childish task deemed

markedly cockameemie design,

subsequently these little feet (mine)

stood stolid upon bedroom floor

she did man date me,

I supplicated, necessitated,

implored, and decried divine

intercession, cuz thee mademoiselle

did authoritatively assign,

thee mister getting mine

handy dandy grip upon her supine

corpulent physique

outstretched leaden legs

awaiting (Abby) salute perfect sign

to commence powerfully

prying and pulling

first straight then nine

tee degrees practically prostrating self

footloose and eventually

detaching fancy free

thunder thighs, what strong

amazing anatomical design

nearly defying might

of super Matt nein

bird brainer heron,

an ill eagle cro-magnon scheme

to untie clodhoppers

snug as a bug in a rug,

whence laces got knotted

freaking me out clearly

out this world,

wide webbed formerly

Gordian tangled skein.