The boots aren't made for walking
I bought them because they were cute
I keep in the closet, and I look at them
Each morning, and think what did I do?
I am sure, I will never wear them
Perhaps, I willjust sell them to,
Whoever wants to take a chance
With these uncomfortable dudes.
Some boots was made for walking,
But just not this pair of, hard soled
Footwear, that will leave a bruise on you. Ouch!
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