Harry's Shoes Poem by poppy miller



I never should have stolen Harry's shoes

I wish now I'd thought to choose

To get my own instead



But I wanted everything that Harry had

A good looking woman and a fancy pad

And a well sprung feather bed.



So I stole those shoes from under his nose

And jumped the fence where the greener grass grows

Now I'm treading these coals of red



He left a heap of trouble in those shoes

And now I'm startin' to pay my dues

As up and down these boards I tread



Those shoes are full of sharpened nails

From painful words and fingernails

And weighted down with lead



They're wearin' me out and wearin' me thin

It's pay back time for my sin

With fool stamped on my tread



I asked old Harry to take them back

But he said he'd had enough of flack

And that I'd made my bed



Now what's a man supposed to do

With all this nasty hullaballoo

Lay upon my bed? 



No. Joe Soap is watchin these painful shoes

An' I told him he don't have to stand in queues

He can take my place instead.



So my friend the advice that I offer to you

If you want to tread in another's shoe

Run like hell instead.