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My Shoes
(25th March 1943 / )

My Shoes

Poem By Ernestine Northover

'I wouldn't like to be in your shoes',
This woman contemptuously said,
What's the matter with my shoes,
They've stood me in good stead.

My flat ones take me walking,
Over many a hill and dell,
My sandals, when the weather's fine,
Quite frankly! do the same as well!

My boots, keep my feet nice and warm,
When the snow is on the ground,
And my high heels lift my spirits up,
When I am party bound.

'I wouldn't like to be in your shoes',
She sang out spitefully,
Of course she wouldn't, she takes a big size seven,
And I only take a small size three.

© Ernestine Northover

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Comments (8)

I love your little funny poems Ernestine, they really warm the heart. Love, Andrew x
LOL...Love it Ernestine! ! Very clever piece! ! Hugs, Dee
Perhaps Ernestine she is also too big for her boots, a great write Love Duncan
What a polite retort. Susie.
Oh, thanks for the laugh, Ernestine - very cute. And evidently, size DOES matter to the jealous one in this story! Thank you.