These shoes rock,
In them I can barely walk.
I'll test drive them tonight while eating sushi,
I hope I don't fall on my tushy.
Returning shoes that I paid for in cash,
The clerks always treat you like white trash.
I hope in them down don't I go,
Because I LOVE them so.
-Penelope 2011
Report--I did not fall. They are keepers.
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ReplyDeleteBack in the day, my boyfriend and I each wrote a poem about the others nether regions. We had to read them to each other first as a stand up comic, then as a college professor then, finally, as wedding vows. Yes, we had some spare time back then. I miss those days! ~ Polly
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