MY FISH’S FEET.

Our child was walking around the house
Pouring verruca juice all over the floor;
We’d told her to wear socks, but these
Kids they don’t listen to laws. The nurse
Advised us there was nothing to do but
Let nature take its course, but that was
No good to her when her feet were so
Sore. The pain compelled her to forget
Whatever was unnecessary, regardless
Of whether she spread her spores to us
All. We were eventually forced to stick
Stockings over her toes whilst she slept
In the hope that their warmth would
Keep her distracted enough to forget
The discomfort they bore. But as is the
Score, these things don’t work out that
Way and we swore blind that we hadn’t
Glued them to her when they wouldn’t
Come off, but she got over it and lived
And eventually even learned to forgive
Us, and she never complained anymore.