An Ode to My Shoes

'Tis nothing so sweet to a girl as her shoes,

No matter how she gains she never will lose,

Her ability to wear them with grace and style,

Even on a date with a lame boy named Kyle.

Poor Kyle - his heart rate still hasn't recovered from these bad girls!

Some shoes are made for a walk or a run,

And to be honest, that's when I have the most fun.

To get away from it all and have time to think,

And when I come back I breathe hard and stink.

These shoes have seen close to 200 miles... Here's to another 300 before I find new friends...  There's nothing like a great pair of running shoes - even the smell of them (brand new, of course) invigorates me to get out and go!

 Shoes like the next ones show my inner cowgirl,

Hoping to find a man who likes Meryl.

They go great with a pair of my favorite jeans,

And let me get more country than I originally seem.

Yeehaw!

 The last pair are great for the coming summer,

However sometimes I feel I need to be dumber,

To wear heels this high out on the town,

Makes my feet cry out for the dawn.

They're hot!  Until you have to walk in them... Then it's more of a limp.  Not so hot...

We find a lot of our identity in what's on our feet,

With lots of options shoes can't be beet.

To go from a rocker to a cowgirl with style,

Shoes are the easiest way to help run a mile.

So, let's hear it for our great shoes that we wear...

And remember, we buy them so people will stare,

And make women jealous - I've seen you glare!

But not to worry; go buy your own pair!