Big Foot

November 12, 2012 at 5:25 pm (literature, philosophy, Poems, poetry, Stories) (fun, humour, light-hearted, play, poems, poetry, rhyme, rhyming, rhythm)

It paid no respect, would

not do as we said, just

kept jumping around, as if

beans worked its head. It

was only a toy, but

it thought it was real, and

was acting as though it

could think, grow and feel. We

didn’t quite know what

its next move would be if

we told it to go, so

we asked it for tea. Now it

sits down for meals, though

we know it can’t eat, but

I guess we’re quite fond of

the thing with big feet.