A Thwanthong…

Beautiful Thandals

Oh, what a thad thong
When things go wrong
And I throw my thandals away.
They thuited me well,
Like nuts in a thell
As we thepped along the way.
They were tho thatithfying
I just feel like crying
And will mith their comforting mould.
My feet are bereft
-both the right and the left,
As I mourn my dear friends of old.
After ten years together
We ran out of leather,
The stitches tranthformed into holes.
Tho long dear beloveds!
You kept my feet covered.
Adieu! And may God rest your tholes.