Day 103
I'm the sort with weak and dodgy ankles
Cannot walk that far without a trip
I can fall when there's a flipping feather
Then I will then go and bust my hip
Some boots are made for walking
But they are not for me
One day I'll trip all the way
to the old A&E
I can fall in puddles just by looking
Ditches are my worse old enemy
I trip up pavements when they are still level
I loose my balance in the calmest sea
Some boots are made for walking
But they are not for me
One day I'll fall in public
and then you'll you-tube me
Cant climb stairs without a handrail
Need something to keep me good and safe
Always struggle with those Escalators
When I reach the top I'm on my face
Some boots are made for walking
They may just be clown shoes
I'll fall right on my bum
and get a really nice big bruise
I'm the sort with weak and dodgy ankles
Cannot walk that far without a trip
I can fall when there's a flipping feather
Then I will then go and bust my hip
Some boots are made for walking
But they are not for me
One day I'll trip all the way
to the old A&E
I can fall in puddles just by looking
Ditches are my worse old enemy
I trip up pavements when they are still level
I loose my balance in the calmest sea
Some boots are made for walking
But they are not for me
One day I'll fall in public
and then you'll you-tube me
Cant climb stairs without a handrail
Need something to keep me good and safe
Always struggle with those Escalators
When I reach the top I'm on my face
Some boots are made for walking
They may just be clown shoes
I'll fall right on my bum
and get a really nice big bruise
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