BED SHOES

I used to dread, Going to bed. Momma said, "No shoes in bed. Take them off instead!" I'd sneak my feet, Under the sheet. Fold them flat, So, my shoes wouldn't peek. Then in the middle of the night, Up they'd pop. Right in my Mommas sight. She'd slide them off my feet. Next morning, I had to tie my shoes back on. Always would lose. The shoes would come undone, Whenever I would run! My friends would try to help. Tied my shoes tight. Double knot, pretty bow, I was a sight. Would last until that night. Momma said, "No shoes in bed! Not tonight" Then I discovered the slide on kind, No knots or bows. I was sublime. In the morning, I slide my feet in. What a way for my day to begin. When I'm older, I'll learn to tie a shoe. Not now, with my slide in shoe.