"F. Scott Fitzgerald was described by a
mistress as a foot fetishist. . ." (Wikipedia)
Darling, please listen, but I must insist
Your foot doctor is a foot fetishist.
His fees this year past all excess
He's got more issues than Fitzgerald, S.
I could have bought a brand new bazooka
For the cost of treating your verruca,
Diagnosis of Maffucci's syndrome
Might put a new roof on that Astrodome,
Shiva loved the ankle of Parvati,
(Or so I'm told by the literati)
And I'm not averse to a pendant arch
(The metatarsal is a fine Rorschach)
The pretty tibia that feels just right
Does tempt one to say tendon is the night,
Your plantar fascia is heaven-sent,
Don't get me started on that ligament
I love you so from your head to your toes
Though it's mostly the head I would suppose
That I like to take for cappuccino,
Not gape at your digits like Tarantino.
Sweetheart, your foot doc is out of control
Declaring that he loves your very sole,
His podophilia so extensive
It's Bunuelian and too expensive,
Please quit his practice, I herewith beg,
For I adore only . . . a stockinged leg.