MOMMIES SHOES

by CRAFTY KEN   Oct 6, 2018


MOMMIES SHOES

Hi, my name is Clive, and I’m five, I heard the shoes call me; hey Clive, want to take me for drive? We glided across the floor, the cat was startled, and asked; what for? The shoes told her; get out of the way you old stray.

The shoes made my breakfast, the pots and pans were my big fans, the stove said; Hi, I’m going to glow for you real high. The shoes said; see what happens when I lift you high, that was so sweet that it made me cry.

The shoes tucked me in bed, told me a nice fairy tale, then off to sleep I did sail.

Author Ken
October 6, 2018

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  • 5 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Ken, your poetry transports me to an altogether happier place. You have such a unique style.

    Take care