My bowling shoes
are made of glass,
for all that I’m not dancing.
And glitzy halls,
throw bowling balls,
since princes lack financing.
To compensate
for cent-less state,
I burglarize my closet
—ripping any
loafers penny—
to pad my bank deposit.
Still brogues are vogue
and platforms chic,
my pumps remain the newest…
‘My espadrilles
are decked with quills,
and tip wing-toes the truest…
Abating bane
of heels arcane,
found to plague Achilles,
with Piggy loft
all bets are off—
’cause flying pigs are silly
But heel-clicking
* steel-tipping *
flip-flops shaded ruby?
Now those are kicks
with useful tricks!
At least in famous movie.
Yes, blue suede boots
have walked the walk
my clogging days gymnastic…
But nowadays
it’s Mary Janes,
that trip the light fantastic.
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