My Feet
My feet just started growing big,
One day out of the blue,
And now I can just row my feet,
Instead of a canoe.
I often surf and ride the waves,
I also waterski,
And I go paddleboarding too,
No board—it’s only me.
One day I tried to ski on snow,
My feet did not suffice,
And by the time I ran the course,
My feet were blocks of ice.
One day out of the blue,
And now I can just row my feet,
Instead of a canoe.
I often surf and ride the waves,
I also waterski,
And I go paddleboarding too,
No board—it’s only me.
One day I tried to ski on snow,
My feet did not suffice,
And by the time I ran the course,
My feet were blocks of ice.
This poem is copyright (©) Evelyn Day 2024
About the Writer
Evelyn Day
Evelyn loves writing about absurd things that make her laugh. If they make other people laugh, then that's a bonus! Evelyn has previously published poems for children in various magazines, including the Caterpillar, Clubhouse Jr., and Skipping Stones. Some of her favorite pastimes include drinking hot chocolate and looking at the time.
