In My Shoes
You said you wanted to walk in my shoes.
It could be tricky, too tight or too loose.
You’d wobble and hobble just like a goose
who trips o'er laces, gets many a bruise
when making merry and drinking much booze.
Be warned that my life is hardly a cruise,
I cannot afford to pick and to choose.
I live on my own; I am a recluse!
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Contest: Monorhyme Mania
Sponsor: John Hamilton
© 25th August 2016
Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2016
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