Michael Edwards





S uch is the fact

W hich some seek to ignore

E nclosed and entrapped

A nd it’s not long therefore

T hat feet start to swell

Y ielding up a strange smell with:


F umes

E xtremely

E vil and

T hreatening.



  • Author: Michael Edwards (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 16th, 2018 00:25
  • Comment from author about the poem: Painting is same subject as yesterday and nothing to do with the poem - heigh ho!
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 158


  • orchidee

    A fine write and pic M. They need to sort out those evil feet! Erm, socks with sandals? heehee.

    • Michael Edwards

      Don't wear socks with sandal - sartorially inelegant - to whom do the evil feet belong one asks. Which one? Oh that one!!

    • dusk arising

      ODOUR EATERS a possible cure?

      Obnoxious pongs from
      Dubious hygene
      Other worldly indifference
      Upstaging his aftershave
      Rest rooms vacated

      Emergency exits
      Airways polluted
      Tears fill the eyes
      Escape now essential
      Resistence impossible
      Somebody tell him!!!!

      • Michael Edwards

        Nice one dusk - strangely enough it's something I've never suffered from.

      • Heartwriter

        Lol. That's the time to throw those sneakers in the wash. Baby powder helps.

        • Michael Edwards

          Ah baby powder - a great product like baby oil which we use to polish stainless steel.

        • orchidee

          Ooh I'm off to the Co-op then, to get Odor-Eaters! Woof! 'Watchdog' here, looking out for F's and B's. Biting anyone who does not mark poems 18+ if they need to. Or at last barking loudly at them.lol.

          • Michael Edwards

            Oooh - you're so strong Orchi.

            • orchidee

              Coooeee -- watchdog here. How's your evening?! Woof!

            • 1 more comment

            • Goldfinch60

              I do wash my feet once a year - whether they need it or not!

              • Michael Edwards

                Bit like taking a shower and it's coming up to that time of year again.

              • Fay Slimm.

                You composed a smell which pervaded the page dear Michael - with this little poetic acrostic outcry against too much entrapment for summertime feet. Great read.

              • BRIAN & ANGELA

                Thanks MIKE ~ I'm Young enough to go sockless with JC Sandals and often naked as nature intended. Because we cover PEDOLOGY in College I act as a Model sometimes and enjoy a full Pedicure & foot massage ! Thanks for opening PEDORAS BOX ! Yours BRIAN.

                • Michael Edwards

                  Sandals and short trousers - we need some models for our life classes - not so easy to find these days and certainly not a sandal to be seen - or any other items of apparel if it comes to that.

                • BRIAN & ANGELA

                  GOOD EVENING MICHAEL (its Tuesday here in NZ) Angela here. As a Physio & Masseuse & Reflexologist FEET are one of my meal tickets. In the Summer (its Winter here 50F) in the UK Ladies want to expose their NAKED FEET and they love Foot Massage & Pedicures. MEN NEGLECT THEIR FEET, specially in the Winter when they sleep in their socks! MEN & Ladies over 50 should see a CHIROPODIST about every two months and take his advice on socks shoes etc. Thanks for you amusing poem and letting the feet out of the sock! Love ANGELA XXXX Love your 'Village Scenes' they make me HOMESICK!

                  • Michael Edwards

                    Hi Angela - if ever you visit middle England ... ah well. Thankfully I've never had any problems with my feet = it's what above them that's the problem - mainly a lazy brain - looking for poetic inspiration at the moment. So pleased you're enjoying your time in NZ. Love M

                  • Laura🌻


                    Another super painting!
                    An acrostic about smelly...
                    I mean sweaty feet!
                    Love it!


                  • swingline

                    Poem was delightful . Comments Devine .

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