Feet in the bath

by Tom Guyette


Two feet fighting in the cold, one spout.  Hear me out.

Each believes it wants the center spot—it’s nice and hot.

One decides to push the other out—and takes the spout.

The other, being smarter, pushes back—with a good whack.

And so ensues a long and pointless war—and as in lore,

The two continue til they both are dead—one head

Controls the two, so why does it not stop—their deed?

Listen careful to my tale and heed—this step:

Think about the higher, greater good—you should.

Because you don’t want to be like those toes—they froze.