Smooth shoes, slippery mud,
Makes fancy dancing in the street.
Cautious stretch, so you don’t get wet,
when water plays around your feet.
O my goodness! What’s that smell?
My foot stepped on what wasn’t mud.
Now the puddle’s my best friend,
rinsing of this shame in flood!
Step along, so clean above,
yet now my shoes speak of my slog.
What once shone shiny and so clean,
seem like friends of the neighbour’s hog!!
Author – Bill Tidsbury