Lost Shoe

I am standing on the platform at the end of Holborn station
And the girl who stands behind me there is getting quite
impatient
So when the train arrives and we are stepping on at last
She comes right up behind me and she's moving just too fast
Her foot bumps on my ankle and descends down to my heel
Then a draught upon my foot is the sensation that I feel
For my shoe has come right off and there it's balanced on the
edge
As I watch it falls right over, down below the platform ledge
So I jump straight off the train and I am looking at my shoe
As the people laugh at me and I just don't know what to do
But the girl is very nice and says because it was her fault
She'll find someone to get my shoe, but I still feel a dolt
For the trains go in and out and still I'm standing at the side
With a set of lovely toes that I just cannot seem to hide
All the passengers are noticing that I have lost one shoe
They all seem to find it funny - well I know that it is true
But I wish that they would hurry and get back my shoe for me
For as I stand upon the platform I have lost all dignity
Then the men arrive at last, but on the inside I still groan
For one of them is laughing, and he holds a megaphone
I hope he will not use it to announce to all the world
'Hey, look at this, we're pulling up a lost shoe for this girl'
In the end my shoe is OK and they give it back to me
After thanking them profusely, to go home now I am free
For the next few days I'm thinking, even though it doesn't suit
I will try to get to work on time, but use a different route

Copyright K E Breadmore 2001