My Shoes Poem by Ernestine Northover

My Shoes

Rating: 4.9


'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

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mary Nagy 11 October 2005

Very funny Ernestine! More of that humor we all love so much....Sincerely, Mary

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Raynette Eitel 11 October 2005

But Ernestine, do you really think size matters? :) Good poem. Raynette

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A Harrie 11 October 2005

I like it! Good poem. Amanda.

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Andrew Blakemore 06 October 2008

I love your little funny poems Ernestine, they really warm the heart. Love, Andrew x

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Dee Daffodil 31 January 2007

LOL...Love it Ernestine! ! Very clever piece! ! Hugs, Dee

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Duncan Wyllie 17 April 2006

Perhaps Ernestine she is also too big for her boots, a great write Love Duncan

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Emma Johnson 16 March 2006

What a polite retort. Susie.

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Esther Leclerc 19 February 2006

Oh, thanks for the laugh, Ernestine - very cute. And evidently, size DOES matter to the jealous one in this story! Thank you.

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