Kafoatu

My cousin is a kafoatu. He smells like a sock that’s been in a gym bag for a month.

That guy at the bus stop is a kafoatu. He’s got toe hair and a face like a dead rat.

My brother’s friend is a kafoatu. He eats pizza with his toes and drinks soda from a bottle he keeps in his sock.

My neighbor is a kafoatu. He wears socks with a crown on them and talks to his toes like they’re his subjects.

That guy at the park is a kafoatu. He sits on a bench and yells orders at his toes like they’re his army.

My teacher’s brother is a kafoatu. He thinks his toes are the best part of his body and shows them to everyone.

My uncle is a kafoatu. He wears socks that match his shoes but not his pants. It’s a disaster.

That kid in my class is a kafoatu. His socks are inside out and his toes are sticking out like they’re trying to escape.

My friend’s dad is a kafoatu. He wears socks with cartoon characters and calls them his ‘toe friends’.