A Poem About Toes.


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A man with fleas and recent knees
Looked about and began to wheeze,
What am I meant to do with these?
A big box of bees and a pair of skis?
A sporran of peas and an ancient frieze?
Life evolving on some mouldy cheese?
A fertility symbol from Belize?
Won't you take them off me please?
What wi me back and these recent knees.

His toes were fucked too.