My Shoes
My shoes go out without me. They do it all the time,
and do the things I never do. They jog. They hike. They climb.
When I wake up I find them strewn throughout the house—
one flip flop on the counter. High heels beneath my blouse
that’s flung across the table where I don’t remember putting it.
I bet they’ve been out dancing—two-stepping and high-footing it.
When my cowboy boots go riding, I’d like to go along.
I’m pretty sure, however, they think things would go wrong.
Perhaps the horse would throw me or I’d wind up getting lost.
I’m sorry that I bought them, considering the cost!
Other people are the boss of all their clothes and shoes,
but when my shoes and I face off, I am the one to lose.
I could take to going barefoot. This would work while at the beach.
Then when all my shoes are out far beyond my reach,
into the surf I’ll wade and then wander out again,
trapping sand between my toes everywhere I’ve been.
So when my shoes get home at night, they’ll be completely clueless
that I’ve left them out as well by venturing out shoeless!
For What Do You See?

Perfect. Can you set it to music? My shoes sneak away at night.
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So they are sneakers?
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This is such a fun poem Judy. You’ve a solid plan and this will turn the tables on the shoes.
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Clever way to trip up those footless, footloose wonders!
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Shame on them!!!
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Very clever. Lovely poem, Judy.
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Delightful.
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What a fun poem, Judy! I loved the twist at the ending 🙂
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Magnificient and funny!
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Brillant absolutely brilliant 💜💜💜
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