The Corner

In every room is sneaky little corner

Waiting with nefarious glee

For my bare feet to make an entrance 

Oh yes, it’s waiting for me

Even if my belongings are neatly in order

It never seems to fail

The pain from my toe signals to my brain

Out goes my ignominious wail

What have I done to deserve such a deed

To incur that corner’s wrath?

It even sneaks up on innocent ol’ me

As I lift my leg into the bath

How do I not see it so unsurprisingly there;

Looking so still and mundane?

One day I’ll give it a kick or two or three

And it shan’t do that again