Shoe Boy

Anthony Alphonso Antonio Jedd
Was a boy who was born with a shoe for a head,
It wasn’t very pretty in one oh so young,
But at least he had eyelets and a malleable tongue.

He went to the doctor and said with a sigh,
Can you help with this problem or else I will die?
I’m quite antisocial and I dread the warm weather,
When the hot summer sun puts cracks in my leather.

The physician he pondered and scratched at his head,
I think, my young fellow, I’ll send you to bed,
There no-one will see you, the problem’s resolved,
Now very good day to you, your worries are solved.

But hang on, said Anthony, that solution is rife,
I can’t stay in bed for my whole blooming life,
True, said the doctor, we must boredom abolish,
I’ll send my old nurse round to give you a polish.