Get yr feet off the table I was told.
Get yr feet off the pouf.
And I thought, what the ^%$#@ ?!?!
What does it even matter if I dangle my feet
from the chandeliers?
What’s feet got to do with it anyway?
But somehow they alwats march in.
I often start off on the wrong foot these days
Step on people’s dignity
Tread on their toes
Or worse put my foot in my mouth
A mean anatomical feat if ever there were one.
So now I keep my feet firmly on the ground
Close to each other
And far enough from my mouth as possible.
This seems to keep people happy.