We think of thongs when things are thought,
But thongs are thought of lowly,
So when the thongs are things of thought
Then thongs are not so holy!
I'm not so good with poetry .. 😞
If snails had rails they would not slime,
They'd glide along quite fast,
Never getting caught at all,
Their rate of speed quite vast!
They flip and flop all through the night
Like flapping rubber bands,
Those thongs are tough and very light
But still give you a fright
The toes are red the ankles hot,
Why do the feet go funny?
Is it because those strange flip flops
Make legs hop like a bunny?
Now Aussie thongs can't be so real,
As laces round the feet,
Creating lines and funny nails,
Like folks who live in Crete!
The Nords wear boots and things like that,
To stop their toes from yellowing,
But if they tromp up dale and hill,
It cause them much bellowing.
The snow is white, no doubt of that,
The ice is black and faulty,
But if you wear those Aussie thongs,
That point is moot and paltry .... 😛
