Two Pairs of Shoes

Two Pair of Shoes My Loafers wandered out one day when I (too lazy) chose to stay home alone and drink Bombay, one evening in the Spring They came upon a pair of Heels that walked the streets in sexy squeals composed of skin from river eels, one evening in the Spring They danced the night away that June underneath the bright blue moon As Frank Sinatra slowly crooned, one evening in the Spring But when the sun rose in the morn the pair, exhausted and well-worn tiptoed home, alone, forlorn one evening in the Spring Nine months later, dressed to kill The Heels appeared and stood quite still to present to Loafers…an Espadrille one evening in the Fall