3 March 2014

On a day I need to walk normal,
and fake that everything feels right,
My feet were having a party,
which began sometime last night.
Today they have a hangover,
so puffy, painful and tender.
‘Some party’ I say…
‘Why’d ya go on such a bender?’
Now I need some rental feet,
or some that I could borrow.
The party will no doubt move
to some other joint tomorrow.