This is a poem I learnt as a child – it reminded me so much of Pam’s poor feet that I have included it here…
When Mrs Button, of a morning,
Comes creaking down the street,
You hear her old two black boots whisper
‘Poor feet- Poor feet- Poor feet!’
When Mrs Button, every Monday,
Sweeps the chapel neat,
All down the long, hushed aisles they whisper
‘Poor feet- Poor feet- Poor feet!’
Mrs Button after dinner
(It is her Sunday treat)
Sits down and takes her two black boots off
And rests her two poor feet.
- James Reeves
