A Birkenstock Fun Tale
Alas, dear Birkenstocks!
In a closet left, surely not because of theft.
Buried under a pyramid of your shoe sisters and brothers.
Rykas, Easy Spirit, Keds, Alegria and Crocs of course!
All those comfy wear from which I shall never divorce!
Metallics, flowered, Mary Janes, red, white.or any conservative color?
No chance, not for me.
In no way for you,sisters nor shoe brothers!
And that's no shame I slipped old Birkie's on last night.
Ah~my old,dear Birkie friends.
My toes can breathe and because of your toe bar and cupped heal.
I can walk easily with steady balance again.
A new pair of Birkie's coming to join our family.
Silvery-strapped numbers, I love so..
I don't dress understated and love to be flashy!
My feet love to breathe not closed in shoe coffins.
They are living things, which love the blue sky.
And now breathe oxygen, they must have.
My,oh my...these feet of mine.
February 22, 2020
1:30pm PST
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
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