Haiku (for Surely H.)

Shoes on my feet
Feet within my shoes 
A monkey in my nose 

(As this is my first Hi Koo...hi, I tried to show imagery of a person who is having trouble walking(Shoes, feet). It's not necessarily that he has his shoes on the wrong feet, but more of a problem of the monkey in his nostril blocking his view of the street, and he eventually gets hit by a Greyhound bus. I think what this means(and I'm not positive, I only wrote it, but did not come up with the wording) is that feet can be good for a lot of things, like walking, kicking a ball, counting to 20, and smelting iron ore, but they can also be our demise, especially when inhibited by a simian. It's kind of allegorical, and brings to mind the story of Francis of Ancient Greece. As you know, Francis was a kind man who sometimes, accidentally, beat people relentlessly with his shoe(a Belgian loafer, I believe). Franny, as his mother called him, one day took it too far and beat a monkey with his loafer. The next day he was paid a visit by the venerable Mr. Kong(first name, King, I believe), and he touched Francis on the head with a small skyscraper. Anyway, following his death, Francis' loafers were sold on Amazon for $968.42(which was a lot of money back then as compared to now, like $974.82, and Greece was able to purchase a milkshake machine. Unfortunately, a monkey named Ernesto Fleeble III, fell into the machine and was mixed into a banana blue raspberry concoction. 
So, I think you can understand what I'm saying with this Haiku...gesundheit!, that shoes, and monkeys, and walking don't mix, especially in a size 11 Belgian loafer. Thank you.