Write a four line poem about: boots.
This morning I went to Oliver to spend one of the gift cards I received for Christmas, this one for Mark's Work Warehouse. Going in I wanted a pair of snow pants (for outdoor time with Max) and new winter boots (to keep my toes warm during outdoor time with Max... and also getting firewood). I was disappointed that they were sold out of snow pants in my size, but it is getting toward the end of their Boxing Week Sale.
I did, however, pick up a pair of these. I would never have bought these at full price, and I still had to think about it with the gift card and them being half price, because I just don't spend that much money on... well, myself in general. But footwear in particular.
Anyway. After only a half day of use I am liking this decision. They've kept my toes warm (which is a remarkably difficult task in winter) and they're super comfortable. They're obviously high quality, so they should last me a long time as well.
So, uh, yeah. That's where the prompt came from today.
We put the boots to 'em,
Drunk, they'd often laugh and say.
And I'd smile to myself,
Thinking: You'll have yours one day.