My Wet Feet.
I stepped, in my bare feet, outside today.
Right into a puddle, from the rain the night before.
The puddle was warm.
Oh! How my toes did rejoice, to be smothered in warm, muddy water.
I wiggled them, 10 little piggies together.
And soaked my trouser legs.
When I went back inside, to dry my little feet, my trousers dripped.
Creating puddles of their own.
A few years a go a tried my hand at being a "poet" I was published in an anthology and my work was quite popular on a poetry website. As I got older I found it harder to write and in the end it petered out. Every now and then I have flashes of inspiration, the poem above was one of them, hope you enjoyed it! (expect this poem with an illustration for sale at http://www.folksy.com/shops/PositivelyThrifty soon)