New Shoes

 I have new shoes.

They, a pair of two.

Of course fool,

One pair is two.

Bottoms shiny and brown.

Engraved upon a logo crown.

Neighbour says they are very nice.

I asked not his neighbourly advice.

If tied them once, I tied them twice.

Matching a pair.

One each foot to share.

One forever snuggly and tight.

One slightly loose, not right.

I have new shoes.

They’re on my feet.

Left too long suffer I smelly feet.

I bought new socks. From a clerk, dreadlocked.

Knee high socks. Plaid, material flocked.

Have I now new socks.

They, a pair of two.

Of course fool,

One pair is two.

I have two feet. They, paired, too.

One the left, a right one, too.

Five toes on each.

Fingers barely reach.

I have two shoes,

two socks,

two feet.

A lucky man, truly I be.

To have these shoes,

In my poverty.