I agonise them all, and go
To make the strongest quiver,
For men may cut and men may mow,
But I grow on for ever.
I steal ’neath toes and in between,
I slide where toe cap covers,
I slink where p’raps a bunion’s been,
But now no longer hovers.
I twinge, I throb, I shoot, I prance.
When damp about is lying,