A Dilema Can You Help
I am invited to a posh do
But I don’t want to go
I don’t have any shoes
There’s not many people know
Shoes and me, do not mix
My only pair is ten years old
And now I am in a fix
They were bought for a wedding
But I was ill and never went
But now my shoes will not fit
On the new splint they have sent.
It is a Lords and Ladies do
My title I do have
But shoes, no I don’t
And now I’m feeling bad.
I wear trainers everywhere
They fit on all my splints
I can’t do any dancing
Not even a short stint.
What do I do girls, should I even go?
Or get out of it again
That’s what I really need to know
I do not dress up ever
Because I have no shoes
But tiara and trainers
Is a look no-one wants to use.
I even got married in trainers, all covered in silk
Its not pity from you, that I am trying to milk.
Just what would you girls do?
If invited to posh do’s,
But looking in your wardrobe
You find you don’t have any shoes.
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