Big Feet
When the lights go down
and the kids are asleep
My spirit wants to party
Tell that to my feet.
My poor tired feet
As big as they are
Have carried my weight
All night at the bar
They're in a tough place
they can't see my face
they know I am there
my mom called them “grace”
They kicked and they clunked
into doors, legs and chairs
never meaning to hurt
anyone that was there
They were always too big
I was always too tall
Why didn't they make
Size elevens at all?
The poor things were squeezed
In a 10 my whole life
Til Payless arrived
Making everything right!
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