Tuesday, March 31, 2009

poem choices

39 Shoes

39 shoes....39 shoes

what does that tell you?

What's a gal to do

when she's only got 39 shoes?


Wouldn't you know it

It's the very pair

I wanted to wear.


I've hunted and grunted.

searched low, then high

I'm plumb mystified

"Dang it!

Where's my other shoe?!" I cried.


Only so many places

a shoe could hide.

Retraced my footsteps

every inch; near and wide.


This has made me insane.

I've gone quite mad;

things are looking hazy.

I tell ya, I think I'm going crazy.


I've looked under chairs

and couches

up and down the stairs

I need my 40th shoe!


Now what am I going to do?

They were the perfect shade of blue.

But wait! I've got an American Express.

No need for this girl to get depressed.

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