By Bruce E. Stoker © 2016
Sunny skies and warmer days coming soon,
Young maids, and lads, watching snow and ice pass
Now dream of, any given afternoon,
Traipsing, happy-go-lucky, in the grass.
Shedding well-worn heavy socks and snow boots,
They don brightly colored, closed-cell foam thongs
Best worn at the beach or pool with swimsuits,
Shuffling, flip-flopping down the hall in throngs.
O, what ignominy! To be shod thusly,
In the office, the classroom, in worship.
Why, you ask, do I quibble fussily,
Observing that this is not a cruise ship?
Please forgive me if I turn up my nose;
Do me a favor and cover your toes!