In These Shoes?
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By Silver Spun Sand
Fri, 04 Jul 2014
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It’s all right for some; bleeding freezing, that’s me!
You ain’t, are you, Mister, in your posh limousine?
So! You’ve wound down the window; so there is life
on Mars. What I wouldn’t give for one of them cars!
Especially right now; see, my shoes have been nicked.
I hope them who's pinched ’em, they don’t frigging fit!
They got cheap ones in Oxfam, but a bloke threw me out
and I weren’t doing nothing ‘cept lighting some snout.
If you don’t mind me saying, them’s posh leather shoes.
Must ’ave cost you a packet; they still look brand new.
What’s eating you, mate? Ain’t you never seen feet?
Bit grubby, I’ll grant you, but they scrub up a treat!
Speaking of which, my beauty sleep beckons.
Think I’ll doss down right here. What d’ya reckon?
Did you say something, love? No, I don’t do no crack.
Drugs is a mug’s game, so I learned a while back.
I tell you what, Mister, you’re looking all in...see
the place that you're headed I've already been.
If you paid me a fortune, I’d have to refuse. Lord!
I’d rather walk barefoot... than drive a mile
in your shoes.
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Hi Tina.
Hi Tina.
Love the unexpected ending, and the voice in this is great. The comical style emphasises a serious note along with an edge of sarcasm / irony thrown in with a dash of anger.
Bee
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Hi Tina,
Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi Tina,
great bit of humour in this poem with a serious message.
Loved also the cockney accent too, with good rhythm and rhyme.
Jenny.
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Hello Tina,
Hello Tina,
loved this. thought ithad ta Vicotiran feel. sorrry about typing too early for meds.
moya
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