Lost Sole
I saw a high-heeled shoe today
Abandoned in the street
And wondered how its owner walked
With such uneven feet.
Perhaps if she were fairly drunk,
(Enough to lose a heel)
Her teeter-totter gait might not
Be something she could feel.
I hope that her companion
Was a gallant type of fella
So both shoe and gal would find
Their soul-mates, just like Cinderella.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2017
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