My Poor Sore Feet

I really have a notion why.
There's no sun up in the sky.
Seems I just look everywhere,
For someone who knows good foot care.

Some tell me to rub with lather,
Then apply stringent there after.
To dry so thoroughly with soft powder,
Now I don't mean to be a doubter

But lets face it for a doggone change,
I've had from the soup to nuts range.
Applied generously to my poor sore feet.
They just get more sore and red like a beet.

The doctor looks and shakes his head,
And makes that awful sound I dread.
A Tsk Tsk here and aTsk Tsk there,
My question is does he really care?

Well I will just go home and soak my feet.
If that doesn't do the trick, admit defeat.
I'll pour another bucket of water instead,
And then I'll soak my weary head.

© Carol G Oliver



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