The Hole Story
I’ve got holes in both ends of my sox
wear my mittens on my feet
the sox, you guessed it, on my hands
fingers quickly there to greet.
My boots they leak, my shoes they creak
and yet I get around
while wearing all these nifty things
I’ve found about the town.
You see I live outside the bounds
of borders, kith and kin
yet wander through the bustling crowds
cuz when they’re out – I’m in.
John G. Lawless
©12/9/2021
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2021
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