They are the houses of our feet,
Something so adorable, everyone is petite,
It’s the perfect fit for your feet,
And it’s definitely a glitz.
Red and pink,
Tell me what I should choose,
If they’d let me buy.
Bow ones, buckle ones,
Pretty pointy-toe ones,
Strappy cappy low ones,
Let’s have some to try.
White ones, dark ones,
Dance-all-night ones,
Perhaps a little sexy ones,
Like some? So would I.
I dance with it on the floor,
Making all guys go down to the core.
I walk with them on,
Making everyone turn their head to this throne.
Hard surfaces of grounds,
With dusty layers in town,
As I brace through life with a frown.
Cutting my toes,
Hurting my heels,
As I walk through roads,
And others go on wheels.
Only now after all the suffering,
Without a treat,
Do I miss my hard protective house of feet.
As my love for Mr. Sandals and Mr. High heels blast,
I am confident that my graceful walk through life will last...
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