'I wouldn't like to be in your shoes',
This woman contemptuously said,
What's the matter with my shoes,
They've stood me in good stead.
My flat ones take me walking,
Over many a hill and dell,
My sandals, when the weather's fine,
Quite frankly! do the same as well!
My boots, keep my feet nice and warm,
When the snow is on the ground,
And my high heels lift my spirits up,
When I am party bound.
'I wouldn't like to be in your shoes',
She sang out spitefully,
Of course she wouldn't, she takes a big size seven,
And I only take a small size three.
© Ernestine Northover
But Ernestine, do you really think size matters? :) Good poem. Raynette
I love your little funny poems Ernestine, they really warm the heart. Love, Andrew x
Perhaps Ernestine she is also too big for her boots, a great write Love Duncan
Oh, thanks for the laugh, Ernestine - very cute. And evidently, size DOES matter to the jealous one in this story! Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very funny Ernestine! More of that humor we all love so much....Sincerely, Mary