I couldn't sleep.
I just had to know.
Was it my actions that made him weep?
The shuffling downstairs,
the tearful woes-
I'm pretty sure it was me, to be fair.
Then to my delight,
I heard him exclaim,
"My feet are swollen! This just isn't right!"
Little did poor daddy know,
his shoes were switched.
His feet did not grow.
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