Muddy Shoes

Sunday, March 16, 2014

He was loath to admit 
It was time to quit 
Racing not his forte 
Especially today 

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He loathed the blues
And wouldn't choose
To be in his shoes
His muddy shoes



He was loathe to submit
He couldn't quit
So he sucked it in
And tried to grin
It couldn't rain
Every day
Could it?

Grandma hosts a weekly challenge called succinctly yours. She provides a photo and offers us the opportunity to see "how low we can go"? Well what's keeping you?

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Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger March 16, 2014 at 10:29 PM  

Maybe it is better for this guy if he stops--doesn't look like he is any too safe! Well done Judy!

Colette S March 17, 2014 at 12:36 AM  

Very good!

If at last you don't succeed. Try, try again right? :)

Pat March 17, 2014 at 11:17 AM  

Hahaha! Great poems. Poor guy. Poor vehicle.

Jim March 19, 2014 at 12:27 AM  

This was a fun picture to write about. I feel sorry for him really, it sure wasn't a good day.

Tammy March 19, 2014 at 11:02 AM  

Cute poems. I vote that he quit, at least until those shoes get cleaned.

Yamini MacLean March 19, 2014 at 4:12 PM  

Hari OM
heheheh - there are some folk in the South West of the UK who would be willing to testify - yes it can rain EVERY day.... YAM xx

Icy BC March 20, 2014 at 5:30 AM  

Yeh..I don't want to be in his shoes either..Great one, Judy!

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