I went to Isle of Wight festival a couple weeks ago, and on a spur of the moment whim I bought some wellies just before we headed down to the festival. That small last minute purchase which cost me fifteen pounds saved my feet from sure tragedy. So in the wellies honour I have written this small poem to celebrate its greatness.

Ode to the Welly

Oh the Wellington!

Keeping feet protected from,

mud and other stuff too which I would hate to subject my feet,

because Isle of Wight mud smells a lot like wee.

I bought you wellie on a whim,

without you my shoes would be with mud abrim.

And the weekend, like my shoes I would have had to throw away,

but like a bad smell, the memory of it surely would stayed.

You saved the day dear Wellington,

and to a festival certainly you'll come again.

You were once pink but now you're brown,

but your the one thing I know I'd never leave without.

Hmm maybe I should leave poetry to the poets.