I own an overabundance of shoes
In reds and blacks, neon greens and bright blues.
So many pairs of them my closet explodes
And space for other things slowly erodes,
Knocking jackets and jeans out of their places
Are shoes with sparkles, but none with laces
Because tennis shoes and athletic stuff
Takes up valuable room for shoes covered in fluff
They say I shouldn't be so frequent a buyer,
But I believe they just want to conspire
Against me, since they're secretly adoring
My sensational heels that make their sandals so boring!
But I will stay humble, despite the attention I get
For it's to boots and ballet flats I am in debt:
They make me fabulous, chic, impossible to beat
Those sweet pieces of flair for my size-seven feet!