Rain Boots
The rubber rain boots occupy
The cubbies, standing tall,
With ladybugs or butterflies
Or Superman on call.
The grown-up wellies line up, too,
In boring black or green.
I guess there's not a market for
A product in-between.
I haven't owned such rubber boots
To help my feet stay dry
Since I was just a child
And today I realized why...
'Cause I'd prefer mine colorful
And sadly, I surmise
They don't make ladybug-style boots
To fit my grown-up size.
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