Friday, March 18, 2011

Shoes Again

Shoes Again

I had a pair of dress shoes
That I found rather nice
On any given week
I wore them more than thrice.

They were a subtle brown
That shone so in the sun
They,  so comfortable
My tennis shoes I’d shun

The trouble with these shoes
They were oh, so fancy
That they were tasty, too
My dog took a chancey

From that moment onward
I didn’t have the heart to
Wear them out in public
No more my fav’rite shoe

Ken Goree

It is a true story.  Those favorite shoes were the only thing my dog, Orion, ever chewed up that didn't deserve it.  The possessed "coat rack?"  It deserved it.

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