GloPoWriMo: Day XXIX: My Shoes

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt starts with a single word. And how fitting. Because oh so often just one word can change the course of a conversation. A relationship. A people… Okay that was a little dramatic, but you’ve probably noticed by now dear reader that I have a penchant for that sort of thing (if you have indeed had the misfortune… err I mean pleasure of being a frequent visitor).

So shout out to the piece that started today’s rambling adventure “Oh, The Places You Will Go” by the incomparable Dr. Seuss. (I would have gone with Green Eggs and Ham but it’s around lunch time and I was afraid I might make myself too hungry to finish ; p)

Upon my feet
They trod the street
Painted red and white

My shoes, my shoes
How much they do
From dusk till the dawn light

They jump, they skip
They twirl, they flip
They’re really outta sight

They climb, they kick
Sometimes step in shit
They march, left and right

They’re tough, but worn
Sometimes give me corns
Sometimes they really bite

And though they get muddy
And may look quite cruddy
I like my shoes, despite

My shoes, my shoes
So much they do
From dawn till the dying light

My shoes, my shoes
Because they do
Some guy stole them in a fight