Popsicle Toes

By Da Poet    Da Poet

Their cool, their cold, their almost froze,
sure enough talking bout them popsicle toes.
Their smooth, their rough,
and sometimes even tough.

At times their sweaty, at times they stink,
them popsicle toes will make you think.
God only knows, why HE chose,
to create them there popsicle toes?

Popsicle toes can get around,
I’ve seen them things all over town.
They can be fancy, they can smell sweet,
they’ll take you dancing with happy feet.

They move around all through the night,
they can play footsie and stop a fight.
Popsicle toes don’t be alarmed,
when things get heated, they do get warm.

There’s just one question, so who really knows,
where would we be without them popsicle toes?

Hearthrob,
SCJjr

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