The rhythm of this piece reads to me more like a song which isn't at all a bad thing. A very eloquent poem about something we slip into so easily everyday

Nice one Tommy

'It's typical of a woman to complain about the generalizing of women'... Anon


How do I love my shoes?

Let me count the ways.
I love their comfort
and style and price

when my foot can slip in
when kicking out of sight
foolish Insults and remarks.

While quiet in their walking,
By sun and torch-light.
I love the comfort as men also
strive for Comfort.

I love their fashionability,
as they bask in praise.
I love them with a passion

when put to good use
In my old briefs,
and with my manhood's faith

And daily needs.
I love them with a love
I show to women

with my swanky gait.
I love them with my breath
I breathe upon their shine,

I love them for their shine
and waterproofing,
The smiles of their buying

and tears if their life
comes to an end.

And if I could be bothered,
I shall love them even
after recycling.



words and foto Tommy Carroll