High heel shoes
They give me the blues
To walk down the hall
Like a toddler to tumble and fall
A symbol to be sexy, seductive and sleek
Red, white and blue, they look so chic
They may be in style
But don’t walk a mile
Let’s not talk of health
Feet that ache, arches that hurt
For on these spikes to stand
Pains in the back we’re sure to land
In the battle of the sexes
We have no strength or reflexes
Unbalanced and lame we loose
Like the old, to be helpless and weak we choose
Don’t laugh, it’s true
If we’re not beautiful we’re blue
Some Chinese women bind their feet
We walk on stilts, I wish they were obsolete!
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Much peace, love and light,
'Amber