Welcome to Cozy Poetry Corner by Debra Winter (Debbie)

“Plantar Fasciitis vs. New Shoes?”

Doctor, doctor, give me the news;

Is it plantar fasciitis, or is it my shoes?

My feet are so painful I can hardly walk;

I wish my poor feet could only talk.

But if my feet could talk,

I wouldn’t need a foot doc.,

As an office visit is going to cost me a lot;

Knowing how doctors work and the money plot.

They have to make money from poor people like me;

Who they think has mega-dollars hanging from a tree.

Doctor, doctor, give me some good news;

I hope not plantar fasciitis, or do I just need new shoes?

Well, sir, this first doctor said, “I’ll tell you this;

I can make a diagnosis—it could be a miss.”

It may be your shoes; or it may not be.

I’ll refer you to Orthopedics, and they will see.”

A specialty doctor, who I know isn’t very cheap.

I’ll be in for the medical bills, awfully deep.

Orthopedics, open the doors, here I come;

Pretty soon I’ll be the new street corner bum.

Money’s tight; these bills are high;

Now, I must see an orthopedic guy.

Doctor, doctor, give me the news,

Is it plantar fasciitis or is it my shoes?

“Well, well,” the orthopedic doc said, after seeing my feet.

Saying I must walk alot as my feet look beat;

My shoes are so worn, they’re flapping like ducks;

Along with this visit costing me a hundred bucks.

So, this is what he suggests I do, go get new shoes.

Answering me, I have no plantar fasciitis—that’s good news.”

Yet, with two doctor visits, two deductibles and gas to get there;

My new shoes are costing me a pretty penny, and that’s so unfair…

Just to be told I need to buy new shoes;

Now, I need to start singing, the blues.