The Dirty Shoe Mender
Climbing out of my Audi car I had to cross the downtown street
Acquiring the dirt and dust thrown off the autos of the street,
And stepped on the glazing floors of the restaurant with stars five;
But the impeccable flooring exposed the dirt of my shoes uneasily live.
I squirmed in self-conscious dirt bursting my ego with shoes unclean;
The waiter came in shining black shoes taking orders with manners clean;
I gulped the ten Pound Brit tea and pulped his status with a five Pound tips;