♥ Bogs

This is the love story, between a girl and her Bogs...

Once, when in a barefoot pinch

a daughter donned her mother's boots

and found each task she did a cinch

and at day's end ached not her foots.

The daughter's father could not bear

to hear the girl praise mother's boots-

 to town went he to buy a pair

to place upon the daughter's foots.

Soon returned he with a box so large

within it lay two paisley boots,

and when the daughter put them on

deeply in love feel her two foots.

Inseparable they then became,

 --her feet were ever shod

in insulated, weather-proofed,

blue, shock-absorbing Bogs.

They trekked with her through grit and mud

and mountains high with snow,

for where 'er the girl adventured

her Bogs were sure to go.

Folks near and far would marvel

"nice boots!", they'd cry, "Oh, my!"

And with a smile she'd thank them,

and add, "No animal did die!"

For the girl was tender-hearted,

from her head down to her feet.

And not for style nor comfort

would she make dead cow or sheep.

The bogs did warm her to her sole

and tickle the girl pink.

For never would she find a boot

so suitable, she did think.

Each day the girl marched onward

ne'er worried about her foots

for'er they lie tucked deep inside

those clunky, kind, Bog boots.