No Clue
There was a naughty boy
And a naughty boy was he,
For nothing would he do
But without a clue,
Shoes are two.
A pair
They make.
Did he care?
Not one shake.
Mismatched upon
One day,
Someone did say.
No, match those two.
What makes a pair?
Do you
Have a clue.
Left Right, OK,
With a stare,
For you,
No flare,
One blue
Other gray,
Boohoo,
Now we play.
Another set
At home too,
Exactly alike
You bet.
Brian's contest
Copyright © Cecil Hickman | Year Posted 2009
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