Big Boots

Big Boots

A Poem by john l smith

weather wear


Big Boots


Those big boots that I meant to take to fool

The results of weather, harsh and cruel

I had left behind, neath the sitting stool

In the entrance vestibule


And now would be my running shoes

Left to deal with inclement weather blues

Lowley, holey and ankle rolley ballyhoos

A situation they did not freely choose


And they were reluctant to’ard this feat

Turning away from soggy snow they meant to meet

And redirected both me and my feet

Toward a fireplace with its warm burning heat


And so those boots that were firstly forgotten

Had no more need to now be gotten

And tho’ it doesn’t sound so awfully awesome

Beside that fire, I’ll just flop pon my bottom

© 2019 john l smith

Author's Note

john l smith
ain't heat neat

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Added on March 15, 2019
Last Updated on March 15, 2019


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