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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
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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.
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