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.