My shoehorn fits inside my shoe
As do my feet, both left and right
There are at times I walk in dreams
But I don’t wear my shoes at night.
For I wouldn’t know just what to do
Should I be wearing boots so tall
not climbing mountains as I do
But strolling through a shopping mall
A nightmare once, I did abort
had loafers on a tennis court
People yelled and then threw rocks
From that point on, I just wear socks.
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