Nothing boot toe till rot and duff feet...

concerning yours truly

poor righteous leftist sole.

Attempting nightly ritual
nsync with sole and
instep of beat

January second 11:33
two thousand twenty two

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 contestants,
hence exception to

maximum height waved
outrageous illegitimate forfeit

chore blithely Atlas shrugged off),

the fountain head
whereby marathoner Olympian
amidst godly pantheon did greet,

then melted starter blocks
competitors crouched tigerlike
deftly gunning generating barreling heat

fast as greased lightning
Achilles catapulted courtesy blur,

zee mister (oak kay)
tree - man, i.e. helpmeet,

he roundly squared off
accompanied by his wifely entreat

for sakes Pete.

 

Thus situated, positioned, and finagled
husbandry duty obliging the misses,

no matter she kick started
(think thrashing outsize toddler)
childish task deemed
markedly cockameemie design,

subsequently these little feet (mine)
stood stolid upon bedroom floor

she did man date me,

supplicating, necessitating,
imploring, and decrying divine
intercession, cuz thee mademoiselle
did authoritatively assign,
thee mister getting mine
handy dandy grip upon her supine
corpulent physique
outstretched leaden legs
awaiting (the missus)

 

salute perfect sign

to commence powerfully
prying and pulling
first straight then nine
tee degrees practically pulling
footloose and eventually
detaching fancy free
thunder thighs, what strong
amazing anatomical design

nearly defying might
of super rich a$$ a nein
bird brainer heron
an ill eagle cro-magnon scheme
to untie clodhoppers
snug as a bug in a rug,

whence laces unknotted free
and clear whirled,
wide webbed formerly tangled skein

fo shoe more intolerable

than swallowing quinine.