To My Rainboots
Dear Rainboots,
I am sorry if you feel neglected,
Only taken outside when the weather is complected.
I know that you are there,
it is not that I do not care.
I guess that you can bet
that when the weather is wet,
you and I are a duet.
So do not be mad,
our time together is more than a fad,
so instead be glad.
Although you do not feel like I do not care about you, rainboots,
let me tell you, I do and it is absolue.
I am sorry,
Spencer P
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