Podiatrist Poems | Examples


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Premium Member my toenails

wearing sandals because my toenails can reach to the kitchen
If a podiatrist could see them, he would probably be itchin….
Wanting to clip, cut, curl, tear or drill these bad boys
They are pointed, ugly, yellow, and sharp as Lego toys

Great weapons for a bedmate who might harp
I am not kidding, they are incredibly sharp
Like little razors, treacherously tried and true
My husband’s toes are now bruised, black and blue

Premium Member A Hairy Situation

Last night I had a vivid nightmare,
When I awoke, I'd lost all my hair.
It lay in a pile on top of my bed,
Wish I knew how it vacated my head.

The very next night, I had the same dream.
When I awoke, I started to scream.
Instead of hair piled high on my sheet,
It all grew back on the soles of my feet.

So frightened, I didn't know what to do,
I called my barber and podiatrist too.
They both told me I had to be brave,
My barber came by and gave me a shave.

The podiatrist came the following day,
Was baffled and didn't know what to say.
At last, he said I had nothing to lose,
"Maybe you need a new pair of shoes."

The barber feared I'd have an attack,
Cause after each shave, it kept growing back.
Every doctor I saw, just said to me,
"I'm sorry, but it's not my specialty."

In the end, I came to a conclusion,
All of this was no simple illusion.
Even though I find it quite scary,
I'm now wearing shoes that are quite hairy.

Hullabalooooooooooo Hurrah Hurrah

Ha ha a hullabaloo shouting hurrah is neither a hooked hippo nor a hollering hake. So dive into the deepest depths of an ocean globe and always wear a pretty apron or a pair of skin tight leather trousers when doing this brave and dangerous act. For it is a feat not a foot nor a fighting feet. Podiatrist arrives with a blanket for a podiatrist without a blanket can get very cold instead and be more comfortable in and on calves rather than see and view the mischievous and painful crusts on foot teeth. It is the voluminous veins. Wow. It is the talismanic treatment taking trauma. And a half kettle of ketchup! Watching. Ha ha a little button balancing on a ledge give hundred feet up. Xxxxx polypeptides Z z Z


Premium Member Doctors

Ophthalmologist
   Checked eyes
   Have styes

Proctologist
   Drop drawers
   Up yours

Plastic Surgeon
   Replace
   Plain face

Gastroenterologist
   Pass gas
   No class

Dermatologist
   All sorts
   Of warts

Audiologist
   Can't hear
   Bad ear

Dentist
   No Floss
   Gross dross

Psychiatrist
   Your bean
   Not keen

Podiatrist
   Big toe
   Must go

ENT Specialist
   Ope' maw
   Say ahhh

Allergist
   Please sneeze
   Don't wheeze

Cardiologist
   Poor bloke
   Had stroke

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved

Entry for Judy Konos' "Your Footle Poem" Contest

The Lowest At High Tide

heavy legs cannot tell a lie
yellow spots with wings reveal the most truth
visions of black has a punch that can knock you back into reality
when the hand is in a toilet stool full of soggy wet used toilet paper, rock bottom feels like pebbles with incurable toothaches

icicles on eyelashes are the most accurate meteorologists 
sweat stained shredded pillows are the pillars of an insomniac community
red devil moons seduce like temptation on angel dust
when a toboggan is over the feet as a wool blanket podiatrist, rock bottom feels like endlessness stopping for lunch but still in motion

heavyweight windstorm powerwalks expose stubborn tears
picnic table graffiti nothingness removes the veil 
spinning clock lifestyle shows an age rapidly receding 
when the triple layers plastic bag is at its full capacity, rock bottom feels like exactly what it is....rock bottom....

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