Oh if I could paint your toenails

The colours they would be

All the planets in the sky

And even Mercury

From deepest, swirling, icy blue

To lush, vivacious red

Your toes would be the envy

Of every quadruped

Oh if I could paint your toenails

They’d be a perfect ten

Fetishists from far and wide

Would ogle over them

The judges all would gather

A consensus would ensue

Chromatic toes of such panache

You’d win the golden shoe

Oh if I could paint your toenails

They’d be anything but shoddy

To fight through all the cameras

You might have to use karate

Those feet of such sensation

Your toes a tour de force

The crowds of cheering masses

Would shout until they’re hoarse

Oh if I could paint your toenails

The fame that they’d accrue

Would fill the greatest concert halls

All come to catch a view