I've always dreamed of having a special shoe place So that every pair of shoes had their own shoe space One by the other each pair would sit Left by right in a perfect fit There'd be no other place like it
People would come from far and wide To gawp at these shoes placed side by side Not thrown one on top of the other Always looking for its brother Part of an unsightly, messy clutter
My shoes sometimes leave their wondrous abode To walk many miles down many roads But always return to their own special spot One into which they so easily slot Their stately home, not some ghastly squat
It's always nice to have a dream Where everything is nice and clean Where shoes exist as ordered pairs In a cupboard which still has room to spare For brand new ones with a zany flair