(This was something I wrote on 29th November 2010, way back when posting 'Notes' on Facebook was my preferred writing outlet over blogging...obviously, things have changed now!)
Move over, crazed chocoholics and ailing alcoholics,
I’m Hanisha, the incorrigible shoe-a-holic!
Lo and behold, I’m the self-confessed lover of shoes
A dreamy pair is enough to shoo away the blues
For every occasion and season that may come and go
I have fitting shoes and shoes to fit that take me to and fro
It’s my desire to own one in every shape, color and design
They dress my feet up and make them look so fine
Heels, stilettos, ballerinas rest sweetly in my shoe-closet
I only have to pick one to match and voila! I’m all set
To me just like sweet music is the sound
That my shoes make when they touch the ground
You may wonder isn’t it a pain, the shoe bite
Yet one must bear it to look charming for the night
Whether the shoes are a tad big, small, loose or tight
Well, it doesn’t matter I won’t protest or put up a fight
It’s all a small price to pay to aptly grace the floor
Even if it leaves my feet all purple and very sore
Every single time I waltz by a shoes store
The new pairs always lure my heart to the core
Gucci, Blahnik and Ferragamo I worship and idolize
So much is my love for shoes you must realize
When others mulled over a liable career to choose
I dreamt of creating and crafting only the best shoes
You may not have a great wardrobe and you’d still survive
But without a great shoe, I wonder how you’ll strive
If you’re not a shoe person then I’m judging you
What you’re missing out on, you have not a clue
Now think about it and tell me if this is not true
Where would Cinderella be without that godforsaken shoe?
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