Shoes
One thing I can’t help to love are shoes
It would surprise most people I do even more then booze
I walk into a shop and have so many to choose
Walk out without all I feel I loose
I dream up new kinds when I have a snooze
Walls Of them are such views
Try them out to make sure they wont bruise
Emotional attachments start to ruse
My clothes and shoes must infuse
Others it will bemuse
They make my personality suffuse
People give me their reviews
Such a collection they wonder whose
My addiction might confuse
If I don’t want, my feet they wont defuse
Other then this pair and I ruse
Other then this pair I will refuse
Love them to much to abuse
A fetish they accuse
My personality I make them leave drop clues
To myself they fuse
the best things they come in two’s
While some it will amuse
A good pair will bounce you like kangaroos.
If it raining there’s no excuse
Wearing them I will refuse
I don’t care if we’re on a cruise
To the salt I will not loose
New pair of Nikes now thats news
I see them and I ooze
Still its my shoes, then personality, don’t reuse
I wear shoes showing emotions, learn to transfuse
