My Italian flip-flops arrived today from zappos.com
I tried them on but my paws were too big for their delicate straps
Boy, did that throw me into a funk
I spent all day reclining in my den
Thinking about what it would be like to be a pro basketball player
Then I could get a table in whatever restaurant I wanted
And hire an authentic Italian cobbler to custom fit my shoes
But that will never happen
Best to be happy with the leftover fish from yesterday
To be satisfied wallowing my muzzle in the crystal snow drifts
Searching for abandoned kelp or a forlorn bird
And feeling the heavy ice creep up between my toes
No comments:
Post a Comment