Bobby Bluefeet

Bobby Bluefeet Story

In a town quite quaint, lived Bobby Bluefeet,
Whose toes he covered, finding them neat.
Socks were his armor, a shield from the stare,
He thought kids gawked at what wasn’t quite fair.

Around his head, thoughts buzzed like a fly,
His face turned red, feeling shy and high.
To him, blue feet were as strange as can be,
Like fish in a mall, a spectacle to see.

When the coach asked, “Shoes off, jump on the mat!”
Bobby declined, thinking, “I won’t do that.”
His mom alone knew his feet were the cause,
So she planned a sock party, with specific laws.

A sock bash for Amin, Bobby’s joy knew no end,
But mom had a rule, to which he did attend.
Bobby agreed, “Whatever the condition may be,
I’m up for the challenge, I’m excited, you see!”

After school, he found mom knitting away,
Colorful socks, a vibrant display.
The condition was clear, each friend must receive
A pair of those socks, Bobby had to believe.

Mom spoke of secrets, each living creature’s own,
Kept somewhere safe, not commonly shown.
Bobby’s secret was the color of his feet,
So he planned this party, a momentous feat.

First stop was the crab, Bobby’s pitch quite clear,
“Come to my sock party, don’t hold back, my dear!”
But the crab declined, with a wave of its claw,
“Socks aren’t needed, my secrets I’ll draw.”

To the elephants next, Bobby went on his quest,
But the elephants refused, they wanted to rest.
“My secret’s in my ears,” they gently stated,
“No need for socks, our secrets are elated.”

The hedgehog, with spines sharp and neat,
“My secret’s in my quills, keeping me upbeat.
“No socks were needed, the hedgehog decreed,
Its secret safe, no worries or need.

The giraffe with a neck so long and tall,
Said, “Secret’s in my neck, no socks at all!”
No need for cover, the giraffe proclaimed,
Its secret secure, forever unchained.

The fox with a tail, bushy and bright,
“My secret’s in my tail, snug every night!”
No socks required, the fox made it known,
Its secret protected, never to be shown.

With disappointment, Bobby felt downcast,
No friend accepted, a shadow was cast.
But the zebra with stripes so defined, Said,
“Let’s make this different, a different kind!”

“My secret’s in my stripes, black and white,
Yours is beautiful, a stunning sight!
Let’s spread the word, come one, come all,
Different we’ll be, socks or no shawl!”

Bobby, excited, removed his blue socks,
Revealed his secret, like opening a box.
Together they marched, spreading the cheer,
For a party where differences were held dear.

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