Get Your Toe Tapping

They, my feet,  
got tired from walking 
that endless road leading
to now, here, 
now|here.
- at least that is what they told each other, 
  one night-  
while I couldn't sleep.

Now I know this is what cramps are all about, 
a conversation between my left and right foot.

It’s quite a while since
they, my feet, 
took over from 
my knees and all of a sudden
I pitied them.

They, my feet,
got bored from talking 
to each other since what 
seems,  an eternity
- at least to them -

So, they, yes, my feet, came to the decision
to involve my calves in their conversations.

What started as a lively chat
turned out, seen
the convulsions and spasms,
into a jactitation.

They, my feet,
left me with no other option
than to counter attack as I was tired from all the complains about,
socks, shoes, saunter, stroll
running, walking and how do they dare
to complain about dancing!? 

Before you start pitying me…
Out of a news item
in yesterday's newspaper,
Nshuti (*) declared:
“I’m at war with my feet and their allies;
well, I was till 
I found out I 
have associates.
Tired of the jabber too
my toes joined the battle and later 
my feet slept tired 
after a tiptoeing dance session.”

Order! Order!
Get Your Toe Tapping!

(*) Nshuti: friend in Kinyarwanda