Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Ode to the Shoe Store

This is neither an ode nor about a store. This is what happens when a natural born poet is feeling too sick to work but alas! Cannot sleep.  Enjoy!

With love to Crystal Junior, who has the best collection of shoes I have ever seen.

Oh mighty sneaker, soft and fast
Allow my toes to rest at last!
They've been cramped up and hardly feel
Up to the strain of Prada heel.

Of times a shoe from Coach will do,
Stilettos always make us rue
The night's long party. We're never whole
'Til slippers comfort every sole. 

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