After Pedicure
which I enjoyed or endured -
I hardly noticed -
they asked me for my comments
on the services rendered -
but I think it's hard to tell
especially if you've something
on your mind apart from feet.
I hadn't bargained
on ratiocination
upon my lowest features,
humbly hidden parts.
Satisfactory experience?
Good enough, clean, hygienic
but not major surgery,
hardly world-changing,
nothing to write home about.
What I felt, no publisher
would want to know, nor Mother.
My feet felt flattered
that's true, but the world outside
soon intruded - or rather
I invaded it -work to do!
So there was I, down to earth,
not walking on air.
I just don't exaggerate
mediocre events, thoughts,
never prone to make a fuss -
made a mental note
to avoid businesses anxious
about mere service techniques -
why they ask such odd
or damn fool questions, who cares.
No learned philosopher,
no economist kindly
dropped me useful hints on life
during servicing my ends.
THAT would have been worth a tip,
loyalty, further custom.
Providing pedicurists
giving intellectual extras -
that would be wondrous;
I'd like more than files and snips.
