MY TOESIES LAST STAND

My two biggest toes were all mold,

My three little toes, shivered cold,

I queried  my disease,

Regarding frozen toesies,

Chop, chop, was what my dire future, foretold.

RUPERT THE TOE WITH A GLOW

There was a little Rupert, and he was completely made of toe,

And everywhere that Rupert went, the foot felt it had to go,

Rupert was the big toe on the foot,

He had a seed wart with a root,

He kept his toe nail painted, with gold polish that would glow.