Move Your Dirty Feet

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Move Your Dirty Feet

Karyn Indursky

Move your dirty feet
off my wooden bar seat.
Otherwise, a feather of mine
will find your laughter divine.
I won't even stop
until your shorts are a mop.
Your fresh lemonade will rain
as wiggling body goes insane.
End this now or regret
your torture leaving you wet.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this to be funny. It's inspired by my mom always having her dirty feet on the bar stool and me having to move them off or get her to move them. I normally am not a rhyming poetess. So, bare with me on this one and just laugh.

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