A nice comfortable shoe. |
When you’re on my feet I walk the street and I know that you are mine; I stride along and I sing a song and my toes are feelin’ fine. You once were separate leather parts assembled in Beijing; When I feel your nifty arch support I am walking like a king. I will not walk--without my shoe; my nineteenth new, New Balance shoe. Oh I favor you from the other shoes cause the other shoes aren‘t right; and if I compete without you on my feet my metatarsals get uptight. You have a tongue and steely eyes where laces find their way; my heel and soul look out for you when I begin the day. My feet will balk--without my shoe; my nineteenth new, New Balance shoe. (You seem to know, that comfort below, will translate to less pain in my back, yet my wife objects to you the sack... thank--you--new--shoe!) So I take my step with much more pep in a shoe I bought at Sears; and I feel good tinge in a lower hinge like my ankle has new gears. You are so white right from the box with risen emblem en; when I get out of bed my feet will welcome you again. First my tube sock--and then the shoe; my nineteenth new, New Balance shoe. 34 Lines Writer's Cramp May 30, 2013 |