I dreamed about my giant shoes <br />one morning when I had the blues <br />I put them on and laced them tight <br />soon I felt ready for a fight. <br /> <br />When down the road I strode with joy <br />I was approached by a small boy. <br />He pointed at the tree-lined street <br />and then looked down on my two feet. <br /> <br />The street was covered with much vermin <br />a priest stood there and spoke his sermon. <br />It seemed as if the world had changed <br />from almost sane to quite deranged. <br /> <br />The vermin moved their ugly legs <br />the boy said that they might lay eggs <br />and overpopulate the town <br />and that we ought to put them down. <br /> <br />So I, who was the volunteer, <br />I put my giant shoes in gear. <br />And trampled all the sordid creatures <br />until they'd lost their ugly features. <br /> <br />The priest and even the small boy <br />came running, smiling, full of joy. <br />The world had now been cleaned of evil <br />except perhaps for one small weevil. <br /> <br />Oh, that our dreams could be fulfilled <br />and goodness onto man be willed. <br />So if you ever get the blues <br />you must put on your giant shoes.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/weevil/
