First poem

Who would want to be a foot
And spend your life being trod-on
But if you did not have two feet
What would you put your bod on ?

We’re first to be put out of bed
At the start of every day
And covered up with socks and shoes
And there till night we stay

It’s after just a couple of hours
Of being put in these clothes
That we begin to get quite hot
And sweat between the toes

So when the time comes to retire
Our shape is all distorted
Is it a wonder we get so tired
With the weight we have supported ?

There’s one solution to this state
Of aching when in bed
Why not spend your time tomorrow
Standing on your head !!