Corina In Her Red Shoes
corina in her red shoes leaves scuff marks on the stars.
corina in polished red patent in a white summer dress
painted by the painter.
corina in her red shoes, indoors when it snows
sparkles like rubies, doesn't need to know
if there is really music anymore,
a book of fairytales open to the page
she loves the best and more tumbling
from the shelves and in a green dress
with cabbage roses
she is princess for awhile
in cotillions of her smile.
corina tap dancing down the avenue
for several carrots and a few odd apples
strangely patent red at the market
don't you tell. my golden delicious.
corina in new springy shoes
with the strawberry satin straps
was seen on Sunday, shod in pink velvet, velvet shoon
and floating tune by tune with God
in a magenta wide brimmed hat in a lemon sundress
what do you think of that?
mary angela douglas 18 april 2014
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