I always wore clogs with solid socks when a boy
bought a pair today, not made of wood and leather
but of some plastic stuff. I have tried them on
walked up and down in the living room into the yard
I do not think I will use them often.
They are a clumsy looking pair and had nothing to
offer but sore heels and the childhood is distant as ever
I put them in the outhouse a nice home for mice,
spiders and other mysterious things that lurk in there.
The clogs were made in Germany, and it surprises me
how the Germanic people can make products
then here in low paid Portugal.
I think the reason is that Portugal has too many
Overpaid bosses and never mind the Indians
Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2016
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