Doormat Poem by Jayne Doe

Doormat, Doormat
They will keep you for a while
Doormat, doormat
Until you go out of style

You've got a smile
And a welcome sign
For everyone you meet

And they come
Just to stomp on you
With all their dirty feet

Moved slightly
Out of place
And then they moved you back

Now they're walking
All over you
As if your presence lacked

Doormat, doormat
They don't want you anymore
Doormat, doormat
They've thrown you to the curb

With a smile
And a welcome sign
For everyone they meet

They come
Just to stomp on you
With all their dirty feet

They'll push you
Out of place
And claim they moved you back

As they're walking
Right over you
Just to leave their tracks

Doormat, doormat
You're as worn as can be
Doormat, doormat
You look a lot like me