FEET

Feet are those big ugly things
that carry me around.
They're at the lower end of me - 
the end that's on the ground.

They stick out from the ankles
and point the way I'm goin'.
They never did discover that
the rest of me stopped growin'.

I used to have a nicer pair 
that let me run a lot
but corns and fallen arches now
can't even let me trot.
				 
		Lucille Murphy