Sometimes I imagine a foot
Wiggling in my bed
Toes reaching out from under the sheets
And it lies happily on its head
The foot scrunches its toes
And reaches out to mine
At first I'm like ah what is this
But it reassures me that it's fine
I touch toes with it warily
And I'm surprised to feel
The foot is soft and warm
Opposite to mine, which need a peel
I do the Hokey Pokey
And I turn myself around
And the foot and eye press our heels together
We "high five" and chuckle at the sound
Today I can't imagine a foot
It saddens me to say
I believe my new arched nemesis
Has walked the other way
They say that threes company
I agree that must be true
For I'd never seen a happier foot
Than when I first saw those two
My feet and I'll accept the fate
Although it will be hard
Knowing that while I have my two feet
We'll never make a yard
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Your dad's Sunday yard work playlist- Everett Wetchler
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