The Sore Toe Poem by Paul Reed

Now he's had a bit of trouble
He wanted some help and ‘on the double'
He just didn't know which way to go
To get some help with his sore big toe

He'd heard about ladies on their pampering days
Who popped in for a foot spa and a bit of a laze
All sat with their feet dangling whilst they dozed
And Garra Rufa fish nibbling their toes

So he asked his doctor, was it a good plan
To have a foot spa and emerge a new man
With big toe healed, all glistening new
And toe nail no longer growing askew

But he was worried, he still had a doubt
As to what the process was all about
And instead of relaxation he might feel dejection
At the prospect of water-borne infection

So, before giving his little piggies ease
He asked the Doc if the water was free of disease
Fishy foot spas sounded a good idea, but
He didn't want to risk getting athletes foot

The doctor, by now irritated, rose from his seat
And before he knew it, removed the nail complete
"Forget your quack remedies, it's gone without a trace
Now you can hammer that fat lass in the 6 mile race! "