this is a poem in the style of Peatle Jville, or Pete. It's based on an actual conversation I had with a young(ish) lady some time ago. Some is actual, most is padding. Please don't take offense as this is meant to be humourous in a Monty Python kind of way
I once met a young lady in distress.
She said "I have ugly feet."
" My feet are ugly"
I said "What?"
"I'm so upset" she cried.
I said " but feet are made for walking."
"And for running, and for standing on."
She mumbled: "I've painted my nails. I've shaped them and filed them."
I've washed them and scraped off the hard skin."
"They're still Ugly!"
I said: "but feet are made for for climbing."
"For kicking. And for wearing shoes!"
"Maybe so," she said, "but they're still ugly."
I looked at her legs and said...
"Well to be honest, they match your pins...
"They're long and they're thin and not at all pleasant."
"Oh great, "she cried, i think I'll cure it by cutting them off."
Had I made things worse?
"Don't do that," I said, " that will make you...
"A low down bum! And that is for sitting on."