Your foot comes off with your shoe.)
Many of the signs are blank;
Everyone knows what to do.
You can leave the Land of No-poetry
But you will be back because
It's pretty nice here.
Nobody will notice you are gone
Or even that you were gone,
Unless you remind them, like:
"Boy, that was a fun vacation!"
The water here smells of chlorine
So everyone knows it's safe.
The children have plenty to eat;
Their mouths are orange or blue.
They do drugs