The Old Shoe
There was an old lady
who lived in a shoe.
Adopted a son
and called him Boy Blue.
His oldest of sisters
was Little Bo Peep.
She taught him to add
by counting her sheep.
Then into the garden
he'd hoe and she'd sow.
From Mary Contrary
he'd learned how to grow.
And fetching their water
from up top the hill.
Together with twins
called Jack and called Jill.
And though it was small
each one of them knew.
How much they had loved
growing up in that shoe.
Sheri Lynne Evans
January 7, 2021
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