What's up with shoes
This week
Yesterday they tripped me
Today they hid a spider
When a fluttering occurred
On my toes inside the shoe
My foot broke all records
To extricate itself, believe me
With the spider sliding from it
Landing on the bath mat
Both of us were in shock
It didn't move
Neither did I
I thought about crushing it
But it had not bitten me
It was the same one that I had dislodged
Last night from the bedside table
So I gathered the bath mat around
And carried it to the garden
Go and meet the neighbours
Was my goodbye
Now back to my shoes
What did I ever do to you
To treat me in this way!
Lucette C. Bailliet
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