The melancholy tale of my left foot
(just to clarify... my left foot does not have a tail. be it melancholy or otherwise)

This morning, my left foot woke up next to my right foot as it has done every morning for twenty years. The old friends greeted each other and gave each other a friendly hug and then set about their business for the day.

When they were put inside their shoe-houses for the day, they knew that they were both in shoe-houses with no nasty holes in them and so they would be safe and dry from the neverending rain in Spain.

Right foot went though the day safe in this knowledge, looking forward to bed time when he would finally see his friend again.

Left foot was not so lucky. As soon as they left the house, swinging past each other much faster than usual as they do every morning, left foot began to feel a bit of a shiver. Right foot was sloshing through puddles but as soon as left foot tried it he realised that he couldn't do it without letting puddles into his shoe-house. "This is odd" thought left foot, "there aren't usually puddles in my shoe-house"

As the day went on.. they... were... sad... and.... a bit cold.



...oh sod it... dumb, holey trainers... dumb, drowned left foot...