An Ode to Shoes Pt. II

Here's a fact that's oh-so-true,

A girl can never have 'nuff shoes,

A pair of pumps, or maybe two,

A different pair of every hue.

One for pavement, one for court,

One for fun, it's just for sport.

Flip-flops just to shuffle around

Two blacks, and a gold that's sound.

Sandals for the stylish casual,

Gladiators, and beaded ankles,

Embroided canvas espadrilles,

They make walking so glamourous.

Flats are also all-the-hype,

Leather, gold, or canvas stripes.

Black pumps are a staple must,

For work and the formal fuss.

Four pairs I have, I kid you not,

Three and a half inches, they're so hot.

A zebra pair that's just too sexy,

A pair of boots that's oh-so-cosy.

I've just realised the amount of shoes,

EIGHTEEN, omigosh it's true!

Author's Note: I conclude that I have not really regrown much brain cells since the previous post earlier today thus leading to the urge of concocting this nonsensical rhyme. Also the picture shows one-third of all of them mentioned in the poem. This is a strategy so as to a) not freak everyone out, b) not show-off, and c) I was lazy to go downstairs to bring up the other shoes.

I also promise that I shall not blog about shoes anymore.

Unless I get a pair of new running shoes seeing as my old ones are giving me some kind of feet torment.

Hugs and kisses,