Saturday, April 26, 2008

Proof of a Good Day

The poem for this week is a tribute to my dirty feet from my hike through Central Park.  I'm going to edit the poem just a bit so it is more appropriate for my situation.

by Martin Gardner

Just look at those feet! 
Did you actually think
           That dirt would come off, my daughter,             
By wiggling your toes
Around in the sink
And slapping the top of the water?

Just look at your face!
Did you really suppose
Those smudges would all disappear
With a dab at your chin
And the tip of your nose
And a rub on the back of one ear?

You tell me your face
And your feet are clean?
Do you think your old Dad is a dope?
Let's try it again
With a different routine.
This time we'll make use of the soap!

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