Barefoot Humor

The Tenderfoot

by: A. Rose

I clear my throat and then I cough,
For Daddy has taken his shoes off
And at his walk I like to scoff.

Oh, yes! He’s a tenderfoot!

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Shall I compare it to a midsummer’s day?
More likely an afternoon matinee!
Yes, here my dear Daddy I do betray.
Oh, yes! He’s a tenderfoot!

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Like a tightrope walker in pantyhose,
Balancing ‘pon his tippy-toes,
Across the yard my Daddy goes.
Oh, yes! He’s a tenderfoot!

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Cringing from each stab he feels
As grass blades plunge into his heels.
The pain’s so great, he nearly keels!
Oh, yes! He’s a tenderfoot!

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Samson had a weakness too;
My dad’s is hidden in his shoe.
And though it’s sad to say, it’s true:
Oh, yes! He’s a tenderfoot!

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My daddy’s feet are a blinding white;
Their ghostly hue is quite a sight;
The Blackfoot tribe would have a fright!
Oh, yes! He’s a tenderfoot!

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Ooching and ahching across the lawn,
Flailing and bending like a wide-mouthed yawn,
Or a ballet dancer with too much brawn.

Oh, yes! He's a tenderfoot!

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Now, I love my daddy, don’t get me wrong.
And I realize my poem has grown rather long,
So here I’ll end, though I could go on!
Oh, yes! He’s a tenderfoot!

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