My son has lost an aglet, on his shoe.
It makes it hard to get them on, you know?
There's not a lot that I can really do,
But wait until his laces fin'lly go.
Each morning, as we're getting set for school,
Just putting on his high-tops stops me cold.
I wish I had some special sort of tool;
That missing piece is worth its weight in gold.
I told him I would write a bit about it.
He asked, "You mean a poem?" And I said yes.
And then he said -- now this is true: "I doubt it.
It doesn't have a rhyme." And I confess,
He's right. And I could stay up half the night,
And wish there were. But there's no rhyme in sight.
I'm giving up. It isn't worth the fight.
Oh by the way - it represents a word
I hit my thirties never having heard.
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... but to those who think orange, and aglet
have no rhyme I remind them of the time
I was fishing and on reeling in was stuck
on what at first I took to be a snag,
but one more tug and away it came.
It wasn't a snag but a snaglet.
Driving home,
no fish, and a little cough, but
nothing an orange lozenge couldn't cure.
But as thoughts of shoes just stopping you cold
Ran through my mind and conjured a story
With pictures and words worth their weight in gold
I could not help it … a giggle did slip
As though I was reading a comic strip!
Without this thing .. aglet .. this doohickey
Life and shoes do become kinda tricky!
The loss of just one small aglet,
A short length of a tube, metal
Could easily your problem, settle.
Any model store would sell
This thin tube, quick to quell
This worry. Merely chop it
to a stub and pop it
On the lace end, wet with glue,
Or plier clamp it. That should do.
Not only are you are all appreciated; you feed my habit. Thanks for keeping me in comments.
Goodnight !