THEY'RE A MYSTERY

Today's poem was one of those that took a lot of time.  Why?  I really don't know, it just did.  Suffice to say, it may be that it was difficult because it is so true. You see, 2 weeks ago I wearing two shoes that were the same size (what a concept!) and now, they don't fit.  My left foot is a 6 1/2 and my right is now a 7.  But rather than go into a long explanation here, this poem will tell you all about the situation.

THE GAME'S AFOOT

By Patty Lynn

We've heard it said, well, most of us, the phrase that Sherlock spoke

“The games afoot!” he'd just announce, to find the guilty bloke.

But when I hear that said I think, my foot’s no game at all

If only someone could provide a major overhaul.

You see, they've got what I'd describe as a mind that’s all their own

They change their way of walking, just when...you never know.

Now though my shoe size, 6 ½, is just right for my left

My right foot pushes forward and it really has me stressed

So what to do, I'm telling you, I see no compromise

Than buying up 2 pr. of shoes, can you see dollar signs?

But me, I’m trying to create the same, that's space enough

By buying one size larger and the other I will stuff…

With pads and such to fill the space, so that shoe won't off

While everyday I still will pray that both my feet will morph...

Into a pair of healthy feet with perfect toes so straight

No bunions, corns or callouses, in short, they’d just be great!

“The game’s a foot?” no game at all, no game as feet evolve,

I know, I know, ‘twas mysteries, Ol' Sherlock loved to solve,

But Sherlock, I've got news for you, ‘tis the mystery of MY feet!

Why must they switch the way they walk,’twould make my life so sweet…

If I could wear a shoe that's cute, a shoe like others do

That's feminine and with a heel to make me tall, like you.

I'd be the happiest girl in town, I'd simply jump for joy.

I'd pile up all the shoes I have and with a match, DESTROY!