Sunday, 16 April 2017

Day 7 Fortuitous Poem

A shoe, a sporting shoe,
Ran its own sweet way.
Its partner knew not what to do
And slowly pined away.
When at last its fate was sealed,
At last to bin consigned,
The first lost shoe was soon revealed
And promptly lost its mind.

©Mary Parker 2017

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