Shoebox Blues

There’s no flip in my flop
There’s no hip in my hop
There’s no peep in my toe
I am barefoot you know!!!
I got the blues…
I got me them shoe buyin’ blues
I got the pumps-in-the-dumps
And the dogs-ate-my-clogs
Footwear blues…
Hey Mister, can you show me
Your newest design?
“Why yes, but none left
In a size 8 or 9!”
I got the blues…
Don’t give me no saddle shoes
I got the reek-in-my-sneaks
And the salt-on-my-boots
Blue suede blues…
I want comfort and vogue
But not in a brogue
Must have sex appeal
But not too high a heel!!!
I got the blues…
Don’t give me no bowling shoes
I got the orthotic-dork
And the wrecked-platform-cork
Slingback blues…
I got the mules-are-for-fools
And the rocks-in-my-Crocs
Shoebox blues…
Shoebox blues…
Shoebox blues…

This poem was a finalist in the TownShoes contest. Reprinted with permission of owner. Thanks Incognita!

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