Boots fit girls down to the ground

True, but don't ask me quite why

Calfskin moulds itself to any form

Yours were the colour of the sky

Red boots smack of aggression

Yellow a hint of primrose flower

But blue sends a potent message

A promise of love and soft power

Blue varnished boots tread softly

Only ballet shoes look so neat

Yours, though scuffed and worn

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