Sunday, December 16, 2007

Boot-ylicious

Coming from the South, the buying of snow-boots in preparation for a Northeast winter is for some reason interesting to me. As is the interaction between the first two pair that I've bought as they sit around my room.

(1) Boots Detente.
(2) Boots In Step.
(3) Boots At Odds.
(4) Bad Boots Time Out.







4 comments:

CoCo said...

So it looks like your "best friends" are boots? Do you talk to the walls as well?

Beth Austin said...

I keep hearing you're concerned about my happiness
But all that thought you're giving me is conscience, I guess
If I were walking in your shoes I wouldn't worry none
While you and your friends are worrying 'bout me, I'm having lots of fun

Counting flowers on the wall
That don't bother me at all
Playing solitaire till dawn with a deck of 51
Smoking cigarettes and watching Captain Kangaroo
Now don't tell me I've nothing to do

Last night I dressed in tails pretended I was on the town
As long as I can dream it's hard to slow this swinger down
So please don't give a thought to me I'm really doing fine
You can always find me here and having quite a time

Counting flowers on the wall
That don't bother me at all
Playing solitaire till dawn with a deck of 51
Smoking cigarettes and watching Captain Kangaroo
Now don't tell me I've nothing to do

It's good to see you, I must go, I know I look a fright
Anyway my eyes are not accustomed to this light
And my shoes are not accustomed to this hard concrete
So I must go back to my room and make my day complete

Counting flowers on the wall
That don't bother me at all
Playing solitaire till dawn with a deck of 51
Smoking cigarettes and watching Captain Kangaroo
Now don't tell me I've nothing to do

Judy said...

...until then... we'll have to muttle through...somehow...so...have yourself a merry little Christmas - alone.

Beth Austin said...

In response to Judy's comment: It's "muddle" not "muttle." Ho ho ho.