21/01/2026
Feet, feet, glorious feet.
Feet, feet, glorious feet,
What will they say when they suddenly meet?
Who are you left? and, Who are you right?
Are you bunged into shoes that are far, far to tight?
Do you suffer with rubbing, with blisters and more?
Do you ache, are you sad and always so sore?
Birth gave you such freedom to stretch out your toes,
What happened my dear? Only 'you' knows.
Look into your cupboard and pick up a shoe,
Any colour or fabric or heel height will do.
When put onto paper and drawn all around
you'll not see a foot shape there on the ground.
You'll be looking at fashion and style as you peep,
(Then you'll be squeezing them on as your feet start to weep).
Ouch say the toes as five become one,
That feels so nasty, just what has been done?
My head and my neck are giving me gyp,
It's just like a vice has me in it's grip.
I need to relax both body and mind,
to cherish my feet and to them be kind.
The answer to this lies strictly with me,
I'm booking again my reflex - ology.