Snagged By Shoes
She strapped on those heels and clicked away
Knowing she would soon be his queen of the day.
He tried to ignore her, but she was jazzy and cute.
He did not have a chance, this smitten galoot!
What was it about her? His mother asked him.
He stammered and stuttered, this giant, big Jim.
It was her feet, they were dancing in time.
And those shoes of her were dazzling in lemon and lime!
You are so foolish! Can she even bake, clean or cook?
He stared around his mother; queen gave him the look.
Gotta go he said as he followed his wife-to-be from the kitchen.
He could still hear his mother in there doing some bit…..
But did he care? Not in the least, for he had his desire.
She had clicked her way into his life, and he was on fire.
Those high heeled shoes had caught him as sure as a trap.
He did not care that he was one love-hungry sap.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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