Ode to the Pode

Callouses, O callouses

Pray tell, why must ye form?

Underneath my toesies

Looking all dull and forlorn?

It's not so fun to poke at you

Or peel off the skin

But when ye is a hardened one

I'll gladly fit you in

With all the other imperfections

Big and bad and cruel

That ever makes me self-conscious

Of having my feet viewed.

...

Tae kwon do can do so much to your poor feet. It isn't hurting, but I don't like it how the skin peels off. I need it there! Stay! Hardened ye self! Protect thy feet which ye have been delegated to protect! Forget not thy duty, O pedial skin cells! Forget not!



Hm, I really like the title to this so-called poem. I might expand on it. We'll see. Don't rush me now though. My inner Mewse doesn't like to be rushed. It'll come. Randomly. Sometime. At 2 am.

btw, Dictionary.com says an ode is defined as, "A lyric poem of some length, usually of a serious or meditative nature and having an elevated style and formal stanzaic structure."

Seriously, I meditate during our stretches on the fact that my feet are getting beaten. beh.