Oh! You debauched shoe-maker, you!
Youíve turned me into a ranting shrew!
You seem to have no empathy
for my poor feet, or even me.
Iím normally a size five-and-a-half,
you think an eight would slender my calf?
But what they would do to my stubby toes
is much too criminal, as God only knows.
I look down at my feet so bare
and see no toes with center-point there.
Yet, you make shoes that would deform
my feet from what is my natural norm.
But, worst of all is what I see:
that women will buy these demons from thee.
Thus, I here and now do make this offer:
Ladies, donít buy point-toed shoes; donít fill the coffer
of manufacturers that would cripple your feet,
and cause bunions that arenít so sweet.
One day I hope to find some shoes,
that donít cause me to walk like Iím full of booze.
My feet are really precious to me,
I want to treat them with sympathy;
I want shoes wider than the thorn of a rose -
please do away with those pointed toes!
© Jackie (Micke) Jinks, June 2005