P.S. Cottier #18 Not the poem's shoes

Not the poem’s shoes

This poem flaunts no dainty slippers
This poem never warms itself in ugg boots
This poem does not work in steel-caps
This poem can’t totter in stilettos
This poem has not embarrassed in sandals and socks
This poem slaps with no Brazilian thongs
This poem dances in red shoon (but only in dreams)
This poem won’t stomp in black Docs
This poem wears no shoes at all.
But it does go wee  wee  wee

                                               all through the town.

P.S. Cottier

the poem likes this though

    Image by MOs810, CC-BY-SA-3.0

P.S. Cottier #16 And enterprises of great pith and moment…

To erase all my poetry
To drown all my i-things
To throw away all my cards
To cancel my gym membership
To unsubscribe from everything
To donate my clothes to an op-shop
To find a great retro patterned dress there
To dig in my pockets for folded notes
To find a matching pair of blue shoes
To post about them on an old phone
To decide that the gym is needed
To retrieve my binned credit
To laugh at my feeble will
To write a new poem



P.S. Cottier

Title is from Hamlet.

Not the poem's shoes