Favourite Slippers. Poem by Simon Gowen

There’s nothing more inviting
Than my brand new pair of slippers
Unless someone invents me
Some furry lining knickers.

They sit there by the front door
Like a faithful little puppy
To greet me when I come back home
I really think they’re lovely

I sit there with my feet up
My toes as warm as toast.
I close my eyes and picture I am
Really by the coast.

I lost my job at easter
A blessing in a way
Cos now I get to wear my cosy footwear
Every day.

A world I have created
My feet now smell like kippers
Cos I spend each hour, night and day
In my favourite pair of slippers!