Shoes

A little bit of my take on shoes.Just a fun thing to do.Doesn't quite rhyme,yet still does.

Oppressing my feet,

Keeping me safe.

Shoes are brilliant,

They are innate.

Criss-crossing with unending straps,

Or sliding along the floor like glass.

Tip-toeing around as would an Egret,

And clacking to the sound of re-gret.

 

(Perhaps because one would think twice,

About wearing such high platforms.)

 

Shoes,

Always in pairs of twos.

They are so common,

Leaving behind such simple clues,

Like footprints left in the snow,

Blisters that can be brought on,

Tripping up the cords on the Tele-Phone.

Shoes are strange,

One does know.

 

And still yet,

There's more.

They protect your toes from the cold!

Author's Note

Thanks so much for reading!^^