There was this kid on the bus, right.  He was a bit of a fool.
He was head to toe dressed in white. He thought he looked dead cool.
He worshipped his designer clothes. He loved all his new gear.
It was clear that he had to pose. I was rather more austere.
A creased skirt and wrinkled top were enough for me to handle,
and adding to my fashion flop, a pair of sweaty sandals.
His new Nike trainers rested on the opposite seat.
It was a no brainer. He couldn’t soil his expensive feet.
So I scrambled over his resting limbs, to plonk my derriere.
By God, that boy he was so dim, he didn’t even care.
His ears they were filled with a pair of brand new Beats
He seemed less than thrilled with me on the opposite seat.
In fact, he couldn’t see me. I was invisible to this thug.
I may as well have been a genie on a magical floating rug.
I wanted him to see me, to acknowledge my existence.
But he just looked quite dreamy and stared into the distance.
His feet  firmly stayed on the chair right next to me,
and although I sternly glared he didn’t appear to see.

So,

I looked down at my stinky shoes and had an excellent idea.
This was simply the best ruse to instill horror, repulsion, fear…

Slowly…

I lifted up my tired paws and plonked them next to his seat.
He didn’t count on that, I’m sure. Some middle aged grubby feet!
There was panic as he glanced at my orthopedic sandals.
His fear was enhanced.  It was hard for him to handle.
Aging peeping toes, cheap chipped varnish, crusty nails,
a bunion half exposed, these feet could tell some tales.
A Plantarbury Tale if these feet could bare their sole,
A banterful pilgrimage of treks, jogs and strolls.
A lifetime of walking, these feet had done some miles
There was no need for talking.  You could see all their trials
and their tribulations in their purple  lumpy veins.
The bus stopped by the station.  The boy could feel the strain.
He mumbled an excuse me and stood to leave the bus.
His eyes seemed to accuse me but he couldn’t make a fuss.
He ran to the exit, this boy so keen to flee.
I chuckled as he legged it, laughed so hard I had to pee.
I gave a little wave as he frantically fled
It was good to misbehave! A fine line for feet to tread!