Congenital Talipes Equinovarus

Poem: Stinky Feet

by Shirlee Curlee Bingham

I free my feet from tennis shoes,
it feels so cool and fine.
But as I tread across the room,
I leave a scent behind.

I love it when I take them off,
the air feels so delish.
But then I hear my sister yell,
“Your feet smell like dead fish!”

“Put on your shoes, I’m gagging bad!”
My sister’s such a fink.
Before she feigns a faint she cries,
“I’m passing out from stink!”


© Shirlee Curlee Bingham, Reprinted from A Bad Case of the Giggles published by Meadowbrook Press. Used by Permission.

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