Shoe Shopping

Please Mama
I would pray
Time to get some new shoes
That you say

Thanks Mama
I tread my foot
Angel’s spreading wings
Soles torn at the root

But Mama
That shoes so many
How nil to fit
None to my fancy

Why Mama
Only these fit so light
But told me the lady in blue
They are both not right

So Mama
Both left they may be
They shape mine perfect
As you can see

Sorry Mama
These are what I want
Although I know
You bleed up front

Yes Mama
People stare at me weird
Yet Hermes passes fast
Those wings will only be seen so rare

--Uncertain