Clickety Clickety Clickety Click

Strappy white sandals with heavy heels Clicking on the hood of his 1959 Pink Cadillac with the pink tailfins Tappy Tappy Tap Tap Tap If you think I am cute, your eyes can clap Clickety Clickety Clickety Click. I am darling. My smile so thick. He is sixteen, totally enthralled, Ignoring the fact that his pride and joy car will never be the same It is our first date I still have this pair of strappy clickety clack sandals The ones I used to dance in the moonlight showing my cuteness The ones that made his sixteen-year-old heart go pitter pat I still have him too, and this was 1967 so…. What do you think of that? Written May 18, 2019 Poetry Contest: Night Shoes Sponsor: Anthony Slausin