Those Red Suede Boots
Those red suede boots came splashing in
With the pride of elephants, dangling fringe
I got out of the way, my mouth to my chin
Others were terrified, some did a cringe.
Nancy Sinatra could not have done any better.
Those boots were prancing up like an Irish setter.
I backed up toward the wall, and let them pass by.
Too terrified to squeak out the teensiest “hi”.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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