My Trampy Old Dcs
My trampy old DC's, a wonderful shoe
They stayed on my foot since I bought them brand new
No matter how smelly, or sandy, or wet
They were the best 'man-shoe' a female could get
You wear them for walking, skateboarding and jogs
And someone once offered to swap for some clogs
I had to decline for I love my DC'S
They've been there for climbing up walls and oak trees
They're comfy for biking on extreme terrain
and protect your socks when you're stuck in the rain
Encasing my tootsies when I walked 10 miles
through fields and meadows, and over wood stiles
We've danced through the puddles and lost loves and gigs
Got covered in poo when I ambushed some pigs
They're better than slippers, I'd say flip-flops too
Respect for the DC's, my favourite shoe.
18th August 2011
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