Monday, January 31, 2005

Little Miss Audrey Cankles

I am going to start a poem named "Little Miss Audrey Cankles". Please add to it and we'll make a masterpiece!


Little Miss Audrey Cankles
Had legs and feet, but lacked two ankles.


10 Comments:

Blogger Thomas said...

THE END!

It sounds like a classic already.

7:54 PM  
Blogger Chris Cope said...

She bought a false pair
That tied on with horse hair.
But said Audrey: "This false pair just rankles."

10:01 AM  
Blogger Crystal said...

now it's off to the shoemaker
miss audrey cankles goes
to find leather attachments
for between her legs and her toes

11:51 AM  
Blogger jks_ said...

between her legs.
between her legs.
between her legs and toes.

12:55 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

She tried many things to make those cankles smaller.
But through all her efforts they only got larger.
They grew and they grew they way cankles do
'till one day those shoes they did bust.
"What to do now?" she said with a frown.
"With what can I house these fat cankles?"

2:52 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Tennis shoes that inflated left her feeling frustated for they would go flat at a meer stride.
She was further discouraged by mules that restricted blood flow to her toes through the night.
Sandals of course could not stay the course as their design is for the thin and the pretty.
Heels she would shurk at the thought of the smirks mocking her slim-ankled yearnings.
And at spikes they would hackle at the sight of this spectacle as she wobbled to and fro to stay up.
Flip-flops it seemed would be the only remedy to help comfort this poor girls soles.
But a few miles of tred and then came the dread, even for flip flops these cankles made holes.

8:04 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Tennis shoes that inflated left her feeling frustated for they would go flat at a meer stride.
She was further discouraged by mules that restricted blood flow to her toes through the night.
Sandals of course could not stay the course as their design is for the thin and the pretty.
Heels she would shurk at the thought of the smirks mocking her slim-ankled yearnings.
And at spikes they would hackle at the sight of this spectacle as she wobbled to and fro to stay up.
Flip-flops it seemed would be the only remedy to help comfort this poor girls soles.
But a few miles of tred and then came the dread, even for flip flops these cankles made holes.

8:21 PM  
Blogger Crystal said...

a great poet such as yourself should not remain anonymous!

9:27 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

mmwaa-haa-hahaa.

5:38 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm sad to say, that I have cankles........and my name is Audrey.

9:12 PM  

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