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!