An Ode to My Shoe
by
Haley R.
(Age: 14)
copyright 03-25-2007
Age Rating: 4 to 127
Oh my beautiful, beautiful shoe,
When you were sitting on that shelf you looked brand new.
Your soles weren’t black, but they were green.
And all your nooks and crannies didn’t have gum in between.
Your toe was white, believe it or not.
It was a solid color, before it formed that big purple spot.
You used to not make my feet smell bad,
But that was before spraying your shoes with Axe was a fad.
Oh my pitiful, pitiful converse pair,
Before you turned old you were fun to wear.
But that was before the fungus started to grow,
After having left you overnight three times in the snow.
I remember when you didn’t have that hole in the side,
Before Fiddy Cent rolled over you in his new pimped out ride.
But then there was Kenny, Theodore, and Spike,
Who wondered what throwing you out the window would be like.
And then Helen thought putting you through the paper shredder was fair.
I don’t even have the heart to go there…
Oh my terribly ugly shoe whose laces fray,
I can’t believe I just bought you this past Thursday…
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AWESOME!
This reminded me of an ode Amelia wrote about her flip-flops. There seems to be a theme going on here, with footwear... what's next, an ode to boots? Slippers? Socks? Bare feet?! That would actually be a pretty interesting collection, odes to various footwear. Anyway, by now, any typos and such would have been pointed out, so everything is perfect.
Reminds me of the brutality suffered by the best shoes, and boots, and "sneakers" in the world at the hands of uncaring time and friends and events.
A good job of taking a mediocre item and elevating it to a position of importance that demands attention and sympathy. But I did have to laugh--at remembrances and maybe even at your write, but not in a bad way. More like a gentle chuckle of, "I've been there." Have to agree about the "My." Otherwise, it stands on it's own merit; which is considerable. :)
Heh, good work! This is a very entertaining piece! It also made me feel better because my six-month-old boots smell like mold and decaying bodies...(not that I know what real decaying bodies smell like, but I'd guess it's something like the order of my boots). Boots really seem to lock in the odor, too... I spray them with Lysol most of the time, but I use my dad's Tag whenever I get the chance! Men's cologne works like a charm on stinky shoes! I also had this old pair of snow boots that the soles started falling off of after a year...*ahhh, good times...* I won't ramble on about those, or their odor though. I broke down and bought Oder Eaters though. They're a pain in the behind (notes age-rating and decides not to say what came to mind) because you're always reaching your hand in there to correct them, but they work surprisingly well. You wouldn't believe I wear cotton white socks every day with how bad they smell... Anyway, my only grammar/spelling suggestion is capitalize "my" in the title! Totally random, so I must go! Good work, keep writing!
Hey guys, I thought I should tell you my "inspiration" for this peice.
Well, at 6:30 in the morning while I was in Spain for school, I was putting on my new converse shoes I had gotten the Thursday before I left, and they were all beat up and gross, though it was only that Tuesday. And then, because my roommate was still getting ready, I started writing about my shoes.
Yeup, that's about it =]
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