You’re in for a treat, I say.
We’re off to see Arthur.
My toes do a little tap dance on the floorboards.
Come on, you two. Mustn’t be late.
We hop in the car and we’re off.
Thirty minutes in the Waiting Room
then the call.
The doorman lets us in.
Arthur bounces up to us.
Cheerful. Chubby. Cherubic.
Have a seat, he says to my toes
resting my feet on a pouf.
30 seconds one foot.
3o seconds the other.
Done and dusted.
All over red rover.
It’s a tough job,
but someone has to do it.
he says, chirpy as a cherry.
See you in six months.
My toes do a little dance
on the way out.
Nice twist, John! For some reason I was expecting either Dudley or an aardvark. 🙂
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Hahahahahaha; very good 🙂
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I was thinking a pedicure
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you’re very quick, Beth; easy money; in my next life I’m coming back as a podiatrist 🙂
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HI John,
I’m not a foot person, so I give credit to those who can work on someone else’s feet. 🙂
eden
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I wouldn’t want to do it either, Eden; you have to have a calling; I asked my podiatrist why he became one and he said his uncle was one and encouraged him to do likewise; Arthur is cheery so he must enjoy it 🙂
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My daddy had a calling
And I did follow suit
The calling said come tend our toes
And all turned out you beaut
I tried…..
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🙂 the happy podiatrist 🙂
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Your toes sound cheery too. Perhaps being at the end of your legs, John, is a happy place to be. 🙂
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they could do worse 🙂
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As a toe-tenderer for many years I can vouch for can of worms that toes are happiest when at the end of ones legs. Protruding from the kneecaps is not their chosen spot.
Can’t stop to chat John. Doris, my 2pm appointment is knocking at the door. Gotta go and spruce up the poufs. She brings me chocolates and flowers. Does that mean something?……
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it means you’re in her good books, Don; I’m envious; stay cool 🙂
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I think she’s after me….I could be in trouble John….I told her no, I don’t do nails, only toes, but don’t think that deterred her…..despite 80 and a looker, I gotta look after my professional image….. don’t I?…I’ll take your advice and try to stay cool…not easy when you’ve got sexy toes wiggling at you
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🙂 you’re a lucky man, Don: count your blessings but maintain a professional distance: toes aren’t everything 🙂
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Humour aside, that is wise advice…
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Again you made me laugh, you nailed it!
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Hahahahah ‘ well said, Ulle; I was hoping you’d come up with something; loving your sense of humor 🙂
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Thanks, my wife has started to ask if I read a post from that Aussie guy every time I laugh!
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Hahahahahahahahaha; now you’re making me laugh, Ulle 🙂
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Very funny poem John. You wrote it beautifully. Your poem always makes me happy 😊.
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that’s lovely; thanks Aman; there should be more happy poems to go around 🙂
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You are most welcome John. Yes we want more poems. Thanks for sharing them with us😊.
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A funny little poem about pampering piggies. Thanks for making me laugh this morning.
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I’ve finally found my niche, Hobbo 🙂 couldn’t be happier 🙂
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hehehe!
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people want to hear happy poems on the whole, Hobbo ; they want to be entertained: you do a fine trade in that area too 🙂
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Thank you. I have noticed that my longer or more serious stuff attracts more comments whilst the shorter, stuff gets more likes.
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that’s an interesting observation: I think what it is, is that people like ‘meaty’ posts that they can sink their teeth into; they see short pieces as ‘flibbertigibbets’ while longer posts are more ‘considered’ have more heft —
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Mmm. Quite possibly…
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Toes often are neglected. They deserve better.
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thanks Neil for standing up for toes 🙂
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Had to look up ‘pouf.’ We may call it an ottoman or a ‘footstool’ in these parts.
@Hobbo – “…pampering piggies…” love the phrase; and a most important discipline for those among us of a more seasoned age!
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You know, Ed, one of the challenges and pleasures of having a global readership is that we continually brush against regional variations of English which enrich our language anyway and compel us to rush to the dictionary and voila! we learn a new word 🙂
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Yes, and I do not have to run very far, I always keep a dictionary handy. 🙂
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🙂 you’re a wise man, Ed and an educated one 🙂
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Oh, and glad to know you are a dancer, John! 🙂
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just an impromptu one, I’m afraid 🙂
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Totally adorable imagining tap-dancing toes. Always feels luxurious to have the digits well-cared for. May try seeing what kind of show my own chubby toes can perform next time I decide to give them some TLC. Although, my littles right pinky feels nothing ever since that lego incident a couple of years back-which we don’t mention. Like the point of view in this poem, John.
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interesting; the lego incident? my imagination is in overdrive 🙂
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Oh, you know, the late night into the room stumble to console child that results in permanent loss of feeling in a pinky toe due to legos. Totally normal, right? 😉
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Ah! total loss of feeling? that seems severe even if it is in a ‘pinky’ toe —
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My toe broke; they said feeling might return, but it hasn’t. (This was three years ago) comes in handy when wearing uncomfortable shoes or walking barefoot on hot surfaces.
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🙂 I like that positive attitude 🙂
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The only way to be. And so it goes. 😉
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🙂 As are you; a gentleman and a scholar. 🙂
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