Friday, April 03, 2015

She Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

She wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er malls and mills,
When all at once she saw a shroud,
Alas, her recent credit card bills;
Beside the shelf, her pace did cease,
A pair of boots glanced up to tease.

Polished as the rings that shine
And twinkle on a sunny day,
They stood tall proud black sublime
Along the lines of Tudor bay:
Ten thousand saw she at a glance,
And other heels did strut and prance.

The shoes beside them winked; but they
Out-did the song routine in Glee:
A heel pad could not be but gay,
In such a soleful company:
She cried – despaired – but little thought
What joy the shoe to her had brought:

For oft, the taste of apple pie
In a stomach crying out for food,
Glides down the tongue to say goodbye
To hunger and a sullen mood;
And then her heart with pleasure fills,
And casts aside the scowling bills.

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