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