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My feet have toes, five on each

Put two and two toghether, they almost reach

The end of my shoe, some covered in dew

Others with tiny strands of hair.

The one on the  side, his name is Pete

His twin brother, Carl, always gives me cheek.

 the blistermagnets those to are

Both covered in scar.

Two giants at the end, both squishing their neighbour

One is named Aden, the other is Seymour.

Aden  on the left,  his nails´all sparkly

Seymore on the right, moods´a bit darkly.

Between Aden and Carl lives  Zeke, Bert and Beth

Zeke’s the one a bit out of breath

Bert and Beth, are there mainly for looks

I mean, how would it look with toes made of hooks?

Seymore have Fred and Josh close

While Pete has Tara to his dispose

Fred being the one Seymore squash,

and leaving the pressure  by leaning on Josh.

There’s my ten toes, though not really ugly

Always unspeakable, and mostly snugly.

Put inside shoes, so no one can tell

their sometimes embarrassing smell.