The Boot

The boot is passed around - You’ve seen it walking into buildings Don’t steal it You don’t want it Who wants the boot …say boooooo Contraption traps my leg, ankle, foot The pressure infused Straps look better on my sandals Release…release…release then the feet recline - as they tool around grinding, spreading cracking my smile can’t even frown moving tongue left, left, left don’t want to bite it heard the bloody stories made it out the door put the boot on reclining wining in a good way staying cool for three or four weeks I jest: They gave me the boot holidays should be fine if I walk the walk