Outside I am hot-footed
Without my socks of ice
No longer nimble-footed
For I lost my socks; This time trice.
Who left me heavy footed?
Who left me in this vice?
Was he claw-footed,
And perhaps none too precise?
Was he cloven footed
Stealing my socks for a sacrifice?
Surely he is fleet-footed
To pull off such a feat thrice.
Or maybe he was clubfooted
Wanting to use them as spice.
Or web footed
And thinking my socks paradise.
Perhaps a giant four-footed
Ate them thinking they were rice,
I would have noticed his step, none too light-footed.
Surely my socks don't entice!
Left or right-footed
I would pay any price
To get my socks which are flat-footed
Even one pair would suffice!
Did my cat, surefooted
Take a big slice?
Did my bird, duckfooted
Think them nice?
Without my socks I'm not catfooted.
I need some help, some advice
That's not footed
On how to find my socks, taken more than twice.
I'll stand here wingfooted
And throw my dice
In hopes it won't come up splayfooted,
Just concise.