Boots,
When I look at you I see,
That wearing you releases the better man in me.
The way you clip, you clop,
Adorn my size elevens,
Convinces me that there probably is a place called Heaven.
You really are quite special,
Of that I am now sure,
If you were just less painful I'd wear you all the more.
But style over substance,
Is the road that I have chosen,
Looking good will make up for the fact that my feet are both now broken.
