The Man Who Collected Red Flags

The Man Who Collected Red Flags

I once loved a liar, oh what a surprise,
He practised his stories with innocent eyes,
Every excuse was perfectly planned,
While truth disappeared like footprints in sand.

Then came the cheat with his charming disguise,
A master of nonsense and terrible lies,
I thought I’d found love, a beautiful dream,
But found out the river was not what it seemed.

Then came along someone quite bizarre,
Who took things too far, now that’s a scar,
A fellow who thought it was perfectly fine,
To photograph my feet like some treasure to find!

My toes were not famous, my feet were not stars,
They weren’t going travelling to Venus or Mars,
No magazine waited, no red carpet scene,
Just two little feet that wanted to be clean.

So now I look back and laugh at the past,
The strange little characters that wandered past,
For every wrong turn and every mistake,
Can become a funny story we make.

I don’t need a liar, a cheat or a creep,
I’ve got better dreams that I’m happy to keep,
And if someone admires my feet once again…
They’d better bring slippers and a camera permit! 😂

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