Soo Many Feet...

Look out..
Across the street..
So many people..
Soo many feet..

I\'m so sensitive..
To your feet though..
The way you flick..
Your last little toe..

I dread the time..
I hear that tune..
Knowing You\'ll be..
Home very soon..

When you arrive..
At the door..
I might as well..
Be on the floor..

Thats were I\'ll be..
When its over..
And you go down..
To the pub red rover..

On the floor..
Crying and hurt..
feeling so low..
Feeling like dirt..

I\'ve told you to stop..
And Mum has too..
\"Dad stop now!\"
But no use does it do.

(This Is Not A real Poem On Any Of My Life.. But this Is Going On A Thing I Heard About My Best friend... So No-One Panic.
:P My Dad\'s Very Nice!)

© of Luke/Tuffguypr 4th March 2006