Foot

It used to be, that when I said something

Those words would roll out with just the right ring

When spoke in the past, t’was diplomatic

Calming effect, didn’t cause any static

But now, no matter, what I happen to say

It never seems to come out the right way.

I open my lips, and try for a song

My words don’t you know, they come out quite wrong

I do honestly try, not to offend

I really do wish, my “mis-saids” would end

So I realized that, apparently

The foul taste of foot, must appeal to me.

Ken Goree

I didn’t actually say anything to “put my foot in my mouth,” but I have seen it done repeatedly by acquaintances lately, and I have been in situations where it seems like it would have been a very easy thing to do.