Modern Times Poem by Brian Taylor

The shoes walked in all by themselves,
the left and then the right.
Mr Brown was quite surprised,
Mrs Brown went white.
“Our feet were hurting us, ” they said.
“We think they were too tight”.
“We left them at the door, ” they said.
“We left them out of sight.”

Mr Brown gave a thoughtful nod,
Mrs Brown looked odd.
“We need a slightly smaller pair,
narrower too and slim.”
Mr Brown looked at his wife.
Mrs Brown looked grim.

“The feet are all we need, ” they said.
“We’ll leave the rest behind.”
“You’ll do. There’ll be no mess, ” they said.
“We’re sure you will not mind.”
“Just a nice neat seam, ” they said.
Mr B began to smile,
Mrs B began to scream.

And though she screamed and screamed
and screamed,
they took them, as they said they would,
and left her nicely seamed.
Mr Brown gazed after them,
surprised at what he saw,
and gave a long and thoughtful stare
as a hat came through the door.