Shoe poem
Okay I saw this poem and had to post. I thought it was too cute to not share. I hope you find the humor in it I was able to relate too, LOL
39 shoes....39 shoes what does that tell you? What's a gal to do when she's only got 39 shoes? Wouldn't you know it It's the very pair I wanted to wear. I've hunted and grunted. searched low, then high I'm plumb mystified "Dang it! Where's my other shoe?!" I cried. Only so many places a shoe could hide. Retraced my footsteps every inch; near and wide. This has made me insane. I've gone quite mad; things are looking hazy. I tell ya, I think I'm going crazy. I've looked under chairs and couches up and down the stairs I need my 40th shoe! Now what am I going to do? They were the perfect shade of blue. But wait! I've got an American Express. No need for this girl to get depressed.
39 shoes....39 shoes what does that tell you? What's a gal to do when she's only got 39 shoes? Wouldn't you know it It's the very pair I wanted to wear. I've hunted and grunted. searched low, then high I'm plumb mystified "Dang it! Where's my other shoe?!" I cried. Only so many places a shoe could hide. Retraced my footsteps every inch; near and wide. This has made me insane. I've gone quite mad; things are looking hazy. I tell ya, I think I'm going crazy. I've looked under chairs and couches up and down the stairs I need my 40th shoe! Now what am I going to do? They were the perfect shade of blue. But wait! I've got an American Express. No need for this girl to get depressed.
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