By David Roth
© 1 April, 2004
Of course I should have been aware
And not caught in this fix
When those two gun-ships crossed my floor
And said “I wear a Six”
So plain that any fool could see,
The cunning vixen’s tricks,
To try and squeeze that big size nine
Into a little six.
We broke three straps, we tore 2 soles,
On her insistent bag of tricks,
And still she tried to hobble out
Inside a shoe sized six.
When at long last I saw the cure,
And pleased her with my picks,
Through cunning, bold, creative ploys,
And one ‘inverted’ six.
