Toes

Excuse me, but are those your toes?

Yes, those, the ones peeking out from under the covers, the ones next to the pile of clothes.

My goodness!, five tender toelings, the littlest, oh, so cute

Couldn’t I possibly have a taste? I’ve chew’d the flavor right out of your boot.

Now don’t be selfish! There’s more than enough,

If you don’t hold still, I’m gonna have to get rough

First one, then two, and I’m working on three

Wow! 2 more, are all those for me?

Five seems too little, but they’ll just have to do

I especially like the creamy filling, that yummy, smelly goo

You’d think you’d be grateful, as I wash your stinky feet,

But NOOOO! As you squeal and squirm, and threaten me to beat

So, I’ll give up for now, but, this isn’t the end

Signed sincerely, Your toe munching friend