Ode to a Man with Bare Foot on the Bus

Ode to a Man with Bare Foot on the Bus

Oh man with bare foot on the bus
What are you trying to tell us?
You sit there with misshapen toe
The littlest, is that not so?
"And why your footwear do you shed?"
I think as my stop looms ahead
Perchance if I should boldly ask
Perchance you would take me to task
For seeking answers you don't owe
Your stern demeanor tells me so
It must a mystery remain
An enigmatic truth mundane
One fact I know unerringly
I'd even state it daringly
That little piggy, though deformed
The cockles of my heart has warmed
For this I know, where e'er I roam
It went "wee wee" all the way home

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• Chicago
• bus
• passenger
• foot