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Bed
Toes
When I crawl in bed at night,
Slip on down and kill the light,
There’s this problem with my feet
Sticking up inside the sheet.
I know its silly, and simply that
Feet weren’t made to lie down flat,
They are shaped more like letter “L”
That’s just the way it is, oh well.
But still I have these silly woes
I don’t know where to put my toes!
The sheet bears down and presses in,
It’s heavy, even though it’s thin.
Forgive my crankiness, hope you see
I only wish my feet be free
Am I the only one annoyed?
Don’t other people feel this void?
I hate this way, I want it changed
Could some manner be arranged?
While my mind seeks far and wide
I’ll simply flip onto my side.
And –
Oh, this works! These toes of mine
Work sideways, nicely, now they’re
fine,
My feet have finally found a home
So don’t know why I wrote this poem!
w.c.kasten, copyright 2019, all
rights reserved
As a retired teacher and professor of literacy, I now in my retirement spend time writing novels, poetry, creative nonfiction, radio essays, and picture books. My foremost audience is young readers ages 11-14. But I also write stuff for grown-ups.
After years of academic writing for textbooks, chapters, and refereed journals, AND years of being Associate Editor of The Reading and Writing Quarterly, sitting on various editorial advisory boards, reading and critiquing hundreds of article drafts, mentoring my own grad students and junior faculty - I decided there needs to be a place to go and learn. Learning what you need to know to succeed can pave the path for a very successful career. You'll find some on my website.
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/ Poetry /By admin
Bed
Toes
When I crawl in bed at night,
Slip on down and kill the light,
There’s this problem with my feet
Sticking up inside the sheet.
I know its silly, and simply that
Feet weren’t made to lie down flat,
They are shaped more like letter “L”
That’s just the way it is, oh well.
But still I have these silly woes
I don’t know where to put my toes!
The sheet bears down and presses in,
It’s heavy, even though it’s thin.
Forgive my crankiness, hope you see
I only wish my feet be free
Am I the only one annoyed?
Don’t other people feel this void?
I hate this way, I want it changed
Could some manner be arranged?
While my mind seeks far and wide
I’ll simply flip onto my side.
And –
Oh, this works! These toes of mine
Work sideways, nicely, now they’re
fine,
My feet have finally found a home
So don’t know why I wrote this poem!
w.c.kasten, copyright 2019, all
rights reserved
Wendy C. Kasten, Writer 