Red Shoes

  Day Seven and here’s poem number three. It’s called Red Shoes…

Red shoes calling to me

through the window

glossy and sleek

pretty black bows.

 

Kitten heels purring sweetly

on the display

try me buy me

take me with you.

 

Red shoes shiny and perfect

nose on the glass

drooling so much

steaming it up.

 

Red shoes calling to me

must not listen

walk away now

walk away now.

 

 

 

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