Poems are not always serious; they can be fun. Here is an example of rhymes that run and run. . . .

Thanks to Kathleen McDonald for giving me the idea to write about shoes.

Those Wooden Shoes
By John Herlihy

Ah, these wooden shoes,
With their buttons and bows,
Displaying a design,
Only a Dutchman could impose,
Polished a shiny black,
Like the feathers of crows,
They keep my feet warm,
From the heel to my toes.
When I put them on,
They complement my clothes.
They assume an old-fashioned style,
That my lunatic friend chose.
They beat along the ground,
Notes a drummer would compose.
They lead me away,
In the direction of my nose.
We have been to places,
That nobody goes.
Where they will take me,
No one can suppose.
They take one step after another,
As the question arose.
Only the shoes themselves,
Are the ones to propose.
They even have a saying,
With wisdom to disclose.
Shoes make the man,
A saying everyone knows.
When I take my shoes off,
I am ready to doze.
Good night, sweet world,
These rhymes are at a close.