An Odd Pair.

An Odd Pair.

One morning I rose
And with eyes closed got dressed,
Managed to pull on brown
Shoes no less.
Herein the soul of the mess;

My old foe haste saw me
Stoop at the waist to tie my lace,
Vulnerable.
Circa 7.22 am, I can now share,
I chose an odd f****** pair.

Le faux-pas only came to light
That night, when tired,
I retired and unzipped,
Stripped from top to tip
Finally spotting my slip.
Two different shoes.
Yes. Footwear is a lottery
I occasionally loose.

By Dermy McNally

 

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