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I dress for comfort not for speed these days
And believe me I dress for comfort a lot
Forget the hassle of even tying a lace
When I slip into a cool pair of Crocs
I'm blessed to live near a Crocs store
And you know I can't help but go hog wild
Walls and walls of Crocs from ceiling to floor
In every imaginable color and style
When I dress for the night to show off my stuff
The smell of plastic permeates the air
It's like a drug, this shoe in which I am in love
I'll shout in the air! My love affair! I do not care!
You see I have my casual Crocs
As well as my Sunday go to meeting pair
They make me wish it was Sunday
more often than not
Cause when I wear them I'm in heaven
and feel I'm walking on air
On normal days when I mow yards for a living
I put on my Manly Work Crocs
When Winter is here and the cold comes a-licking
Crocs look stunning with knee high socks
So you see I have all of my bases covered
You've gotta love it, like it or not
Of course I walk on one side of the street,
my family the other
Cause I like to jump up and down, turn around,
skip and bounce whenever I am wearing my Crocs
Do you know,
You can melt your shoes?
I bet your mother never told you that!
So, I will tell you now,
Rubber melts when held to the fire.
The fire gobbles up the shoes into a puddle that is flat,
Then you'll have to explain,
Why you need a new pair.
Again!
Your sister throws one of your shoes away,
Says it stinks,
Needs to go away!
My dog comes trotting by,
My shoe in his mouth,
To hide nearby!
The shoestrings broke,
On my left shoe.
Don't have any more that are new and blue.
So, mom has heard it all,
And walks with me down the hall.
Opening my closet door wide,
We both take a look,
At what's inside.
A pile of shoes,
Side to side,
Not any match with some too wide.
All of them have been slightly worn,
None of them are torn.
Still have good wear.
Mom says," You have plenty of shoes, pull out two that fit!
For the summer at least,
You need to make do!"
"When school starts in the fall,
We will start with a new pair of shoes."
So now I have learned how to make do.
Taking a shoe and boot out of the closet,
I fit one to the left,
And one to the right.
I wonder how long this pair will last?
Before they take flight!
Not on your nelly is telly better than laughs from your belly
That roar rocks you to the core before long you’ve a sore jaw
Stand up tour or panto to the fore has always worked before
Not just one more but an encore in store of many a guffaw
Pure & raw soul does soar but appreciate I’m no Shelley
Feeling down through thick and thin then best way to begin
Wriggle from a frown your mouth wiggles become a giggle
Head in a spin again after too much time with your ken & kin
Things get under your skin it’s not a sin to well crack a grin
Tipple & tucker don’t buckle me ol mucker succour to suckle
No sandwich of the knuckle nothing as pukka as a chuckle
While we all know the best denial to rile vile bile in style
A sage’s way to turn the page engage with road rage
To bewitch & beguile for a wee while is well just to smile
After a rafter of everything dafter whether grafter or drafter
Din of chagrin within a guffaw, smile, giggle, chuckle, grin
Will always win as it is shoe in the best medicine’s laughter
Tennis shoes paraded through my mind
Taking me hostage and tying me up.
With laces that seemed longer than most
They were designed with neon colors
Not one or two, but six or seven.
They were prettier than party confetti.
I was intrigued by them, for they had minds
And opinions and they held secrets.
I tried to coax them to tell, but they refused
Parading to the music in my imagination
Dancing and hopping, skipping and bragging
In a lively, happy, unconstructed way
I shall be a tennis shoe in my next life, I thought.
They are revered and loved, and they get to dance.
And hop and skip. What could be better?
Step out
Walk on
Imagine distance
Courage in an instance
Circumstance through situation
Determination with participation
Sole together
Strong and sturdy in all leather
Shoes tell your story
Accomplishment with all its glory
The miles you left behind
Life that was kind
The times you tried to run
Those times weren’t all fun
That makes your soles different
The creation of significance
Identity of how you and soles weathered many storms
A when from then
Tomorrow turned into current
Soles on duty
Adventure through triumphant
Victory through honor
Soles on
Leather held up
Shoe in
“Ride, ride the carousel; reach for the brass ring—life is a circular thing." (Julie Andrews)
The calliope sings through twilight’s hush,
a drunken waltz of pipes gone slightly lush.
The carousel spins ghosts in gilded light~
each rider swears they’re flying, in their rush.
Clowns have shed their greasepaint grins by dawn,
their hollow eyes still laughing, though withdrawn.
The carnival packs up its aching bones,
but the carousel? It's never quite gone.
A ribbon lost, a child’s shoe in the hay,
the scent of sugar clinging to the fray.
Ticket vendors count their silver lies,
while horses dream of galloping away.
Tents collapse like sighs into the dust,
yet something lingers—rusted chains, a trust
that when the moon hangs fat and low once more,
the music will return. And so it must.
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Evening Walk
Kevin Davis (2025)
My favorite evening show concludes at half- passed eight,
It’s time for me and the dogs to take our final stroll.
The summer’s heat, the desert air, now abates—
Night cools the ground, though still the season holds.
We roam through our street where lights are rarely seen,
Ordinances dim the dark beneath a sky of endless light.
Our steps align with constellations’ steady gleam,
My brood unfazed by sounds or shifting shapes of night.
Our walk skirts a wide wash, where cactus and mesquite abound.
Desert life stirs softly familiar on our nightly rounds.
Birds chirp, insects hum—such music we’ve often found,
But tonight begins differently, with an owl’s eerie sound.
“Don’t tarry—turn back!” the voice inside me pleads,
But habit wins, as boldness always leads.
Coyotes howl, a lone bird cries at the moon,
We near the walk’s apex, beneath a Sonoran oak’s gloom.
From under the shadow, a snarl tears through the dark—
My dogs bolt free, I stumble, struck by shock.
I search the void to see what I’ve disturbed,
Out bursts a javelina—tusks flashing, fierce and firm.
My dogs flee home, while I face the charging boar,
With running shoes as shields, I kick and roar.
It bites, then turns, leaving my shoe in tatters more,
Me scratched but standing—its fury no more.
I dust myself off and hurry home, my pulse still loud,
My dogs await, tails wagging, safe and proud.
They drink their fill, then rest without a sound—
And I, still smiling, thank the desert ground.
[This is a cleaned up version of a very old joke. Ive sat on
it for a week or two debating whether it might still be a
little too rude. Ultimately, I’ve decided to risk it with
profuse apologies to anyone who hoped they were about
to read a romantic sonnet.]
***
Sam and Suzy parked the car and started making out
They’d got quite lewd and fully nude then Sam began to shout
The car was now on fire and the flames he couldn’t handle
He yelled, ‘I thought I told you not to light that scented candle.’
They leapt out of the car and all their clothes went up in smoke
And then Sam tripped and hollered, ‘Ouch my blinking leg is broke.’
He tried to hop but then he had to curse his rotten luck
His foot slipped in a crevice and was well and truly stuck
He said, ‘Go get some help and say they can’t come soon enough.’
‘I can’t do that,’ she said, ‘because I’m stood here in the buff.’
He spotted an old shoe which seemed an unexpected oddity,
‘Hold that down below and it will cover up your modesty.’
Soon she reached the town they’d driven through so recently
And so she held the shoe in place to keep her decency
She only had the shoe to hide herself from all the town
Some tried hard to not look up and some to not look down
She stopped a man and said, ‘I don’t suppose you’ve got a truck,
because my boyfriend Sam needs help, he’s well and truly stuck.’
The man said, ‘I’m so sorry, Miss, but I can’t lead you on,
from where I’m standing your poor fella’s simply too far gone.’
He worked all day and he worked all night to get each shoe in line
people came and people went," how much, can you fix mine ?"
"take a number" he would say and then, he sewed in time..
The cobbler man was one of a kind, he never robbed them blind
Each day they would return to find a polished pair so nicely shined
Over by the shelf there sat a pair of ladies chocolate coated shoes
Size 9 fits all , the sale tag read, for you, only $9.99
He rang up the sale and with a smile he gave her a warning wad
"Never wear them in the rain, and oh ! "Happy Valentine's Day"
She wore them out that day 5 feet six inches tall and very proud.
but when the rain arrived with pelting drops of wet she cried
"Oh no !" The chocolate shoes turned velvet red, the color of
the devil's ked. But Cupid knew that Satan had no hand at love,
so he aimed and shot the target right, and a gentle man with
chocolate shoes arrived and said, "The cobbler right ?" She smiled
a nervous smile "Yes" I know, I paid him too, only 9.99 right" "Yes"
Then she knitted a frown and said," but your shoes are still brown"
"Ah yes, well, they got varathane. "
and suddenly her eyes began to shine, "would you be my Valentine?"