Lost Slippers

Lost Slippers Spirited little feet, to walk barefoot Struggles of naked feet sounded a hoot How the soles have long been unprotected Stepping on prickly brambles, it collected The sore feet luckily found one slipper Color green and had a slit figure Eagerness suggested bringing it home Unworthy, hoping the other one will come Now quilted the torn portion The feet demanded a replica version A knitted fabric as temporary ply To flaunt a style, need to defy A storm came, there was flooding Down the river swept many things Possibly detached and swept downstream Footwear washed and lodged in bamboo beams The little one took it and tried to fit For the right foot, if the size permits The color yellow and comparatively new A rightful match showed out of the blue Green and yellow, beauty and happy Slippers style worn casually Gone are the days of sore feet, now snug feet Living in remote areas denied by cozy sheet September 16, 2015