I need to buy some shoes
just simple plain black ones;
Perhaps in dull metallic black,
Dangerous as small guns.
Or perhaps a sensible Wedge
just like the Duchhess wears,
in navy blue and jute;
I'd need at least 2 pairs.
Or perhaps a Ballerina,
in babyblue or pink;
to recall yesteryears,
when I would preen and prink.
Or perhaps a red Stilletoe
in which I'd teeter in;
Add few inches to myself,
quite like a mannequin.
Or perhaps a tan Moccasin,
for a walk under the trees,
Just like Pocahontas,
I'd sing songs with the breeze.
Or perhaps a pair of Pumps,
Like Auntie used to wear;
Sensible, grey and stern
Scarcely debonair.
Perhaps a pair in blue Suede,
Now that would put me right,
Burning up the dance floor,
every Saturday night.
I really can't decide,
I'm indecisive at the mall,
I really cannot choose,
I think I'll take them all...
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