IT WAS A DAY WITHOUT SHOES
WHEN I PICKED UP A BROWN SHOE
FROM UNDER MY SHOE SHELF.
IT WAS BROWN, WITH YELLOW INSIDE
WITH NOT EVEN A LITTLE BRIGHT COLOUR OUTSIDE.
IT WAS A NIGHT-MEAR WITH THE BROWN OF A RAINDEER.
IT SMELLS LIKE MY GRANDPAS COW POO,
I THINK IT WOULD BE MUCH BETTER
IF IT HAD SMELLED LIKE WINNE THE POO.
WHAT A SIGHT TO BE WEARING IT TO SCHOOL
ALL I HEARD WAS LAUGHTER EVERYWHERE.
EVEN MY MOM SMILED,
WHAT A NIGHT-MEAR WITH THE BROWN
OF A RAINDEER.