Oh shoe! Oh shoe!
Look at you!
Made of string,
You silly thing.
More frail than a feather;
Make me cold in the weather.
Falling apart;
A part of my heart.

Oh shoe! What soul!
Your gigantic hole.
How it rips!
Sometimes trips!
Monkey faces
covering my laces.
Dirty rubber,
There is no other.

Oh shoe! Oh shoe!
I should really use glue.
Or maybe some tape,
And then make a cape.
You're now to pieces
From all the recesses
But I'll never toss you
My beautiful shoe.