Friday, December 5, 2008

Toenatopsis: A Meditation on Toes

The toes of my feet make my life so complete.
Not the hairs of my head nor my nose so neat.
I have ten little darlings to wallow in mud,
to wiggle and scream when upon them they're trud.
And what would I do without all ten of my toes?
Would I walk like a pigeon or caw like a crow?
Oh woe is me if ever I lose the ten little piggies I hide in my shoes.

(I thought it was high time I introduced you savages to some real literature. [You should be thankful I didn't post "There's a Bagel in My Backpack."] That, and I had to post something or you would email me and complain.)


  1. is that your feet? nahhhhh! lovely tattoo though!

  2. i don't know why it said anonymous. that was from winnie

  3. I soooooooooooooo remember this poem from Dr. V.'s class--and I also remember "There's a Bagel in my Backpack." I was shocked at how much I remembered of this poem--when I can barely tell you what I had for lunch, lol. Love you!


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