Working at the PNE I spent most of my time staring at people's asses, legs, and (often filthy) feet. This is me venting... Suess style.
As I've said many times here before: PLEASE don't anybody sue me.
One feet, Two feet, Dirty feet, Smelly feet
One feet, Two feet, Dirty feet, Smelly feet,
Black sock, Blue sock, Old sock, New sock,
This one has a little scar,
This one has a tattoo star,
Say! What a lot of feet there are,
Yes. Some are dirty some are smelly.
Some are old and some are new.
All are close, all are gross.
All are very, very gross.
Why are they close and gross and gross?
I do not know, go ask a ghost?
(Who died from the smell by the way.)
Some are dark and some are light.
The light ones’ socks are often bright.
From there to here,
From here to there,
Stinky things are everywhere.
Here are some who like to run.
They run for fun in the hot, hot sun.
(Which is why they’re so fucking sweaty and disgusting and covered in filth that they smear on my arms!)
Oh me! Oh my!
Oh me! Oh my!
What a lot of stinky things go by.
Some have five toes, some have four.
Some have less hair, some have more.
Where do they come from?
I can’t say.
I see them come.
I see them go.
Some are fast.
And some are slow.
Some are high.
And some are low
Not one of them is like another.
Don't ask me why.
Go ask your mother.
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