THE SHOE

THE SHOE

I wondered what I should do

when I found that single shoe

it’s black gloss patent leather

yet unmarred by the weather.

Did he boldly go to the dance

seeking some secret romance

not caring if the others mock

a man with one shoe and sock.

Or decide a discreet taxi to hail

cabbie bored by his one shoe tale.

Maybe he just needed to scrimp

hobbling home with a socky limp.

He’d look odd, one side not as tall

so I placed it there upon the wall.

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