Bland Sunday

A bland Sunday Today, on an otherwise boring Sunday, I drove to the place on earth where I was truly happy It is a place along the coat that has mild rainfall in winters in summers a mild breeze keeps the place cool My job when I lived in Paradise was to make wooden clogs, with leather uppers, but I made the clog itself by insisting they come in so I can measure their face In the beginning, there were people who thought I might have a foot fetish but when my clogs appeared measured exactly to the feet of the wearer, I could do no harm When my work as a cobbler was done, I had much time on my hands, I used to walk into the village named Flick talking to the friendly dwellers who were matey but didn't care what happened in the outside world I thought I had been walking along the road for 4567 time I have the right to ask what the hell, am I doing here? The leader of this paradise set me free so I could be annoying to more people before my job as a cobbler Where of use again