Red Shoes

In a whimsical world of witty wonder, Where laughter lingers, lost not in thunder, There danced a dandy with a dapper flair, Sporting red shoes, a vivid vision, rare. He pranced in patterns, a playful sprite, His heels clicking, a rhythmic delight, With every step, a spark would ignite, A fiery frolic in the soft silver light. "Fickle feet, with a flamboyant beat, Wherever you frolic, you'll never admit defeat," He chuckled in tempo, his spirits alight, A crimson carousel in the pale moonlight. The shoes, they whispered of wild escapades, Of jaunts and jamborees in sunny glades, With alliterative antics, they'd gladly regale, A tapestry of tales, a merry mirthful trail. "Gallivanting goofs, you garner grins, With every jig, the joy never ends," He jested with glee, his heart aflutter, As red shoes shimmied, in a boisterous banter. Through the town he'd twirl, a torrent of cheer, A jovial jester, no jinx could come near, For in those red shoes, he found his due mirth, A boundless bonanza, a celebration of birth. So, let's raise a toast to the red shoe revue, Where humor and heart in harmony brew, And in every step, let laughter ensue, For life's too short to wear shoes so blue.