A Polished Boot
I long to be a polished boot
Worn by an empress absolute,
Or maybe a majestic sandal
Made for submissive hands to handle,
A dangling pump, a loosened sneaker,
The sight of which makes fond hearts weaker.
To be a pair of well-worn socks!
Or better yet, some birkenstocks
Protecting left and dexter foot
From trash and grime, from waste and soot.
More humbly, it would be tip-top
To be a casual flip-flop ....
Oh, any metatarsal fetter!
What in creation could be better?
Poetry by Uncle Meridian
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Written on 2023-12-06 at 00:18
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