Slippers are used variously,

A humble gift from Mother Nature's stall.

They cushion our steps and guard our toes,

As we journey through life's winding rows.

 

Bathroom slippers, we don in haste,

After a long day's slumber or a warm bath.

The soft terry cloth or fuzzy fur,

Protects our soles from tile's cold, hard sting.

 

Room slippers, too, we find their place,

Inside our homes, beneath our lace.

We pad about, in cozy comfort,

As if the carpet were an extension

Of our very soul.

 

Poolside slippers, a different breed,

Designed for wet and slippery needs.

Their non-skid bottoms keep us steady,

As we wander 'round the pool so merry.

They are the perfect accessory,

For those who don't fancy going barefoot, you see.

 

And then there are the bag slippers,

A fun and whimsical sight to see.

They may look soft and harmless, to be sure,

But they can pack quite a punch, or so I've heard.

They keep paranoid clowns at bay, the tale is told,

And protect us from their narcissistic allies fold.

 

So here's to slippers, dear and small,

A humble footwear, yet so tall.

They serve us well, in every role,

And make our lives a little less of a toil.