My Toe,a painful ode.

Being clumsy and weird...

I have a toe

As every chair knows

They always meet

It's never discrete

There's a loud drawn out curse

Bad language or worse

Stopping and hopping

As priorities change

It always the same.

I wish my Toe wasn't so friendly.

And now I need new chairs.

And coffee

And ibuprofen too.

If you don't wear shoes

It could happen to you.

There, problem is fixed

Now I will see

There will be

No more blind chair kicks…