A poem I found, written by my friend Si. Reproduced without his permission in case it provokes him into getting into contact. Bwa ha ha.

My docs

My docs were too tight.
I bought them last week
and thought they were right.

But I had to stand less
‘Cos when I tried walking
I felt my toes press

Up hard at the end.
They’d have to break in
Or buckle or bend

I kidded myself.
Those doc’s were too small
They were bad for my health.

So I took a sharp knife
And cut off my toes.
My docs feel alright
But my feet are killing me.

November 1995

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