Written by Susan Lane SLCM Keeper of ColourMine
A New Pair for Tea and Bun
ColourMine: A journey into the life of new shoes and the comparison of the old comfiness of their predecessors
Oh, how comfy those black pumps were
Not all different colours or full of fur
But all spongy soles and thin tops as well
And surprisingly they weren’t bought in a sale
They’ve now lasted her quite some time
Day in day out, life on the vine
Probably two years if you’re counting time
She has worn them on and off every day
Alternating them with her crocs on a hot day
But the day has finally come
To remove them without delay
To pop them in that final resting room
This might be the final day
The new shoes don’t feel quite as nice
Although they’re comfy they’re a different size
That said they’re alright I guess
At least they look smart
When she’s wearing a dress
The sole isn’t starting to hang off
But I digress
Not everyone can always live their best
And so now I’ve been invited to be
The Lady of the House’s companion
A New Invitation
The New Shoes – that’s me
I can’t believe I’ve been invited to stay
With the Lady of the House permanently
It’s so nice here I’ve got to say
A dog and two cats and the throng on the way
The lady of the house seems happy with me
She’s making her decisions very quickly
She’s looking very smart when on her feet I stay
She doesn’t let anything get in her way
I say, me, when I’m part of a pair
Right for go and left for stand and stare
My brother is the quiet one all amicable you see
Not all flair and fanfare like me
But we get along famously
ColourMine Home is Best
Guiding our Lady to the best place for tea
That’s our job you see
We keep here feet moving down below
To make sure she keeps up with the flow
Wherever she is, that’s where we shall be
Her with a bun and a cup of tea
No time here for “Oh woe is me”
Just lots of laughter and me quite keen
You never know
You might even see me in a magazine
But don’t hold your breath
Because I don’t believe
In being seen
Me and my brother are quite shy you see
So, it’s highly likely
If she goes out for that
We’ll be home with the dog
Guarding the phone
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