Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
#dilligence
I cleaned them one Time. I thought I was done I even dried them on a white towel They were dry, well They seemed clean They should have been Until I stepped on a white floor I hadn't stepped outside the door So I wondered where I got all that mud Like I'd been walking miles Now tracking dirt on my mother's white tiles I wiped the dirt Kneeling on my skirt And got up with a smile That lasted but a while I cleaned them twice I lathered I rinsed I repeated They were clean indeed! Then the test came again I was ready, for I believed Not in working in vain But I failed it yet again And even worse It felt like a curse I tracked blood Miss Fit [the lady king]
0
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 9:19 AM UTC
***** Feet