Poem: My Feet

by Kenn Nesbitt

My feet, my feet,
I love my feet.
I think they’re great,
I think they’re neat.
They’re pretty, pink,
and picturesque.
They look so perfect
on my desk.
sad to tell,
they also have
a funny smell.
So though I’m fast,
and though I’m fleet,
and though at sports
I can’t be beat,
no team will pick
me to compete,
because they always
smell defeat.

©1997, Kenn Nesbitt. All Rights Reserved. Used by permission of the author. http://www.poetry4kids.com

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