Best To Boot Poems

double midterm 

a sinner complex
you hear train whistles 
say to yourself 
he’s nervous 
cat corked up
in my window 
a caboose in my house 
boose if you need it
double voyage  duplex 
many moons ago bad luck
whole bunch of holloween years 
to boot...

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Henry’s foot was hurting
Walking in his winter boots.
It was his only pair, so there
Could be no substitutes.

We got back home and soon enough,
The cause was made quite clear,
For from one boot out tumbled
A Potato Head’s toy ear!

His little sister loves to stash
Things where they don’t...

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