The Feet With A Mind Of Their Own

 

My feet just started walking one day, did it by themselves

I tried to stop myself; grabbed on to doorframes, tables, shelves

Only in my pants and socks I was steered straight out the door

I tried to grab my trainers but they wouldn’t help me anymore

 

Around the corner I went trotting, getting slowly faster

Treading on gravel, nettles and thorns I was going to need a plaster

I passed my neighbour on her bike she looks and me and gasped

Thank goodness my feet didn’t stop there, as shortly I had passed

 

Down the high street I kept on, people stopped to laugh and stare

I had no idea what was happening, my feet were being so unfair

Then my feet came to a halt, it felt so good to stop

Looking up I flushed bright red, I was at the shoe shop

Author's Note

Just a silly one that popped into my head!

Reviews

[Ethan Boroian]

very cute!!