Ahh………………. shoes,
Puma, Dr. Martens, Jimmy Choos,
So many to choose from,
For the office, gym or a prom.
Stilettos,
A shapely pair of leg shows,
Clogs,
To elevate those faithful dogs,
Mules,
When the summer heat rules,
Biker boots,
To exude a little attitude,
Platforms,
To relive swinging sixty reform,
Boots thigh high,
For hemlines reaching the sky,
Sneakers,
Or the health would be bleaker,
Pumps,
No fear of bunions or lumps
Black strappy sandals,
At a date, like the mysterious candles,
Oxfords,
For the brainy mind bored.
Slides, loafers, gladiators, mary janes,
For snow, sunshine or rain,
Toe cleavage, flat or 4” high,
Shearling, python or silky shy.
Ahh………………. shoes,
So many Uggs, Aerosoles, Laboutins to choose,
Timid, vampy or fun,
For barbeque, tango or the sun.
Ahh………………. shoes.
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Ah yes never come between a woman and her shoes. Never can have toooo many. T