My Shoe

I sit here staring at my shoe, Wondering if it can move. Oh, wouldn't it be neat If it could walk without my feet? It could walk in school down the hall, Or through the Rogue Valley Mall. It would follow me everywhere, And everyone, I'm sure would stare. But I wouldn't mind at all, Because we'd be having a ball. It would be my friend Until the very end. And when it died, I sure would cry. Then I'd go to the store, Maybe buy one more. I would give it a name, Though it wouldn't be the same. Because I'll miss that old shoe from before, And I'll love it forever more!!! (1988)