I woke up this morning
(da dada da da!)
and found that I only had nine toes!
Where, is it,
when a man is missing a toe,
where is it
that he goes?
Nobody knows.
So, for a toe,
I suggest
that there should be
a faux toe shop
where they can add on
the missing toe –
the one that has gone.
And, if, subsequently,
one happens to find
the missing digit,
you’ll have a spare
in hand (so to speak)
and won’t have to pay
the faux toe shop
a visit.
Graeme Sandford 