Tho' they may display legs to best advantage,
observing the constraints, begs the question, 'What's afoot?'
Seems to me I had a bee in my bonnet
about women's proclivities and passion
when compelled to write this pseudo-sonnet
about their footwear fashion.
Some are bonkers barmy as bedbugs, daft, dippy, daffy,
(with) bats in the belfry too,
it's far beyond my reckoning, as I can't fathom,
why they choose to wear the pairs of shoes they do.
And as for a clue, I haven't any, why they own so very many.
With their platforms, pumps, stilettos, wedges, they're tottering on
the edges of insanity, an exercise in futility,
an accident about to happen, one stumble, a tumble then... a calamity.
Seeing them hobble, while their dogs are barking,
these are the words they'd speak, if their feet could talk,
'Cinderella had the right idea, losing her glass slipper,
as oh the pains you put us through when you are wont to walk.
It's no more than torture, a total imposition,
somewhat akin to boots of the Spanish Inquisition.'
Categories:
stilettos, how i feel, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
Nancy took a tumble
And went falling down the stairs.
The slickness of the marble
Must have caught her unawares.
Yet who at 84 years old
Wears shoes with 4-inch heels?
Though since a hip replacement,
There’s a photo that reveals
That Pelosi, back at work,
Left her stilettos in the dust.
She’s sporting clogs, a look to which
She might have to adjust.
We all make compromises
As we ratchet up the years,
Though despite her new flat shoes,
She still will tower o’er her peers.
Categories:
stilettos, change,
Form: Rhyme
new teacher was gorgeous - tall, svelte, with bouncy hair
the rest of us elementary teachers are in sneakers
She breezed in dressed in six inch stilettos
wait until she has to chase one of them we thought
she never had to, the janitor and cook did it for her
they never did it for any of the rest of us
of course we are old, dowdy and cynical
out of breath from chasing our runaways.
plus many of us do not like the janitor or the cook
they think they know how to teach better than we do
give us suggestions even though they have never taught
we roll our eyes as new teacher thanks them for their ideas
Categories:
stilettos, humor, teacher,
Form: Free verse
I heard of a busty chick from Philly
She was noted for being quite silly
Working on a brick street
Stilettoes on her feet
Her customers said she was a dilly.
written June 28, 2021
Categories:
stilettos, humor,
Form: Limerick
I relish the composure of evening
Which slithers far into hidden places
That beyond uptown’s jarring noise,
I kick off my voguish high heels
And wander through burst of evergreen:
A quiet grove where young leafage nestles
To soothe my breath with deepened ease,
That flinging these tight cocktail stilettos
Allow a body-mind to unleash after 6 pm toil
In Nuvali Park where birds scuttle by…
How rhythmic the air, its honeyed waft lifts
Enticing a need for wanton barefoot prance;
As I feast on thrilled leisure of being shoeless.
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For Lu Loo's I Got A Darn Na Again Poetry Contest
Re-entered 6/13/2019
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From a previous challenge, Night Shoes
5/18/2019
Categories:
stilettos, recovery from, stress,
Form: Light Verse
last caw at the pub
black stilettos filling in
spaces between puffs
Categories:
stilettos, math,
Form: Haiku
not a wisp taller than four foot two
sporting mile high stilettos
her tossed bleached hair
way up high in a loose chignon
red dress tails that effortlessly
flow dreamily behind her
without missing a beat
'excuse me ~'
she winks and smiles
as she struts on by
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on June 2, 2018 for contest SHE WALKS POETRY sponsored by JULIA WARD
Categories:
stilettos, beautiful, red, sexy, smile,
Form: Free verse
Just Let it go, woah. Feel the rush of the blow,
No, I cant do it though I'm At my all time low,
Lord show me some grace,
I've seem to forget,
When I sing dark and low,
then scream in falsettos,
till my voice box shakes and breaks
like a kankle In tall stilettos,
i need to let go,
and fall to below,
till Gods call bellows,
and moves me beyond,
the echoes and i know you know,
You see the beast in me,
released in beats, bequeathed to me,
by abuse, increased the feat, I'll grease my knees,
and beat my feat, No sleep for me,
I must compete, until I be, a gust of dust,
com-bust and crush this earth like pie crust.
Categories:
stilettos, desire,
Form: Lyric
I am in love with Colin Firth.
My friends snicker with such mirth.
Even watching the dear man stammer
Makes my heart start to hammer.
If an oscar he doesn't receive,
As he deserves, I believe,
I would be most happy to supply
A consolation prize for the guy.
Wrapping myself in a couple bows
And maybe a pair of stilettos.
Categories:
stilettos, funny
Form: Rhyme
Red Stilettos worn with the sheer red gown!
Categories:
stilettos, fantasy, imagination, passion
Form: Monoku