(growing Pains) Red Shoes Blues Poem by Janice Windle

This is a song which should be chanted! (Based on a childhood memory)
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Red shoes,
she wanted...
red shoes...

they had to be red she said,
they had to be red...

no way she could explain
when she was only three...
no way that she could dance
through her three-year-old day
without

red shoes...
red shoes...
she got the red shoes blues.


She wanted
stiletto heels...
stiletto heels...
stilet-tos...
stilet-tos...
she was fifteen
and there wasn’t any way
that she was going to dance
through her teenage day
without stilet...tos...
with those...
pointy toes...
she got the winkle-picker blues.


She wanted... high boots...
she wanted... ankle boots...
she wanted stamp-your-face
Bob Marten bovver boots...
she wanted... slippers
as wide as... kippers...
she wanted sandals
with wedge heels,
flip-flops and pumps...
she walks into a shoe-shop and everybody jumps...
And now she’s forty
it isn’t naughty...
to try ‘em, to buy ‘em,
not to walk on by ‘em...


But nothing ever beat those
red shoes...
red shoes...
the red shoes...
dancing through the day until you’re dead shoes...

red shoes...
red shoes....
she got the red shoes blues.