I bought some shoes the other day. They're red and sparkly. They look like the lovechildren of the ruby slippers from The Wizard of Oz and a pair of plimsolls. In good way (can there BE a bad way?). Anyway, I'm obsessed with them. Over the past few days I've been dividing my time between wearing them and just looking at them. Today's limerick addresses this all too serious issue.
It's good when it feels like a treat
To look down and catch sight of your feet.
With sparkly shoes
One never can lose,
Since glitter will trump all defeat.
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