I have never before written poetry so do excuse, but I have been reading alot of comic verse recently and I was bored at work.
My Enlightened Foot.
It happened one day whilst walking down the street,
I had the most peculiar sensation in one of my feet.
Now I don't mean to turn this into a drama,
But it seems my foot had reached a state of Nirvana.
Now this fact I really wouldn't hate
If only my foot didn't choose to meditate,
Causing me hassle and making me late.
Then due to a fear of bad karma
My foot refused to even step on a flower,
I have to wear sandles no matter the weather,
For it hates to be trapped in a shoe full of leather.