Blood-Foot Poem, by AuburnScribbler, at My poetic side

Though whilst in Lincoln, I neglect steep hill,

there’s still some screaming, from my heels,

for task segmentation, surely leaves it’s mark,

as my arches and toes, have on them some scars.

I dash around here, and I dash around there,

while; not giving, my two flat friends much care,

as things need completing, in the rain and the sun,

so let me, the tubby ginger lad, get the work done.

I become like a Proclaimer, many miles I do walk,

endeavouring with zeal, not to child-like sulk,

in parallel existences, my list is checked off,

as well; as my feet, bleeding in my socks.

Thus, call me Blood-Foot, where masked grimace is made,

let their muted screaming, continue in the shade,

but, when the errands, naturally come to their end,

my meaty bases, have assuredly, earned their mend.

Author: AuburnScribbler ( Offline)
Published: June 16th, 2022 10:32
Comment from author about the poem: Again, times have been very busy, thus, the lack of posting and interaction, so I give you my apologies. This poem is about the last three weeks of which, have been relentless in terms of gigs, house moving stuff and helping to prepare for a fair number of celebration dinners. My feet are still screaming, but life has to go on, and things have to be done. I hope that you enjoy the poem, if you too have been busy, I hope that you are resting/will rest soon, and as always, please do stay safe everyone.
Category: Nature
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