Why oh why is my life so cursed?
I have big feet, there's nothing worse.
Never in shops do they have my fit
I feel like a right misfit.
The assistants all just roll their eyes,
"Sorry we don't stock that size."
Online I search a specialist store,
Their shoes are a real eyesore.
How I long for small, dainty feet,
Not my own great plates of meat.
Clowns get jealous if my shoes are red,
So I always wear dark shoes instead.
I can never share my shoes with friends,
Unless of course my friends are men!
One size slippers do not fit all,
Unless of course your feet are small.
And women's feet are not one width
I'm telling you it's all a myth.
I will never be a Cinderella,
Yet big feet are boastful on a fella.
On tiptoe I'm a whole foot taller
But how I wish my feet were smaller.
I'm really not an abnormal freak
And apparently I'll live longer with my Big Feet!
Trying so hard to get some shoes for a very special occasion. As I tried on some that were too small today the little girl I look after said, "Oh you are like the ugly sisters!" Out of the mouths of babes!
Copyright © Elizabeth Kinch | Year Posted 2017