BRIAN & ANGELA

WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE FOOTWEAR ?


FOOTWEAR ~ AN ACROSTIC
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FEET ~ not pretty like hands
OUR FEET in contact with ground
OUR FEET naked become dirty & damaged
This is why HANDS are free ~ FEET are covered
We wear socks ~ boots ~ shoes ~ slippers ~ wellies
Each of us has a reason function ~ fashion or for fun
ALWAYS ~ I wear smart Boots for a better protection
Rite a Poem describing the type of Footwear you like
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Thanks ~ please add a POEM ~ Love BRIAN XOX


Steel plate them stanky toes,
Keep em covered they're gross.
Like ten little cave dwellers
All pale, clammy, and ugly.
Keep em locked up tight,
bind them in Boots,
Only let em out at night.
Keep em waterproof,
Shiny on the outside,
Cankle supporting on the inside.


No, I don't have high priced shoes,
I have no reason to wear Jimmy Choos!
I'd rather have some other brand name thing
Cause when it comes to my feet
my shoes had better be comfy!


WELLINGTONS ~ FOOTWEAR FOR ALL SEASONS ~ BRIANSODES
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WELLIES WE CALL THEM !
EVERYONE should have a pair
Lovely colours for the Ladies
Lovely Green or Black for the Men
I always has Wellies when I was a KID
No other footwear like then mud & waterproof
Great for jumping in puddles and mud
Try to walk thru streams & rivers
Once lost a Welly in quicksand
Never saw it again~ I was OK
STILL LOVE WELLIES !
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THANKS FOR READING ~ PLEASE ADD A POEM ~ BRIAN


Cleats
They're
Where
It's At
Spikes of Rubber
Holes straight in the ground
Did you know
Nike
Figured out
Waffle Bottoms
Via Breakfast?
Cleats
Futbol Comrade!
Goal..Ohhhhh...So!!!
One point... to Win!
We got this Victory!
We got.it with our feet.
Cleats
Moneymakers
Playmakers
Cleats Buy Expensive
Careers


Though our hands are free our feet walk us to our destination my footwear is nothing at all feeling all the pain to get me there. My hands are now free it's was my feet to free me running away from the shackles and chains. Though my feet may not be as pretty as my hands but these feet got me here where I stand using these pretty hands



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