Yellow shoes

I spilt the coffee on my yellow shoes
Why I wore them cleaning,do not ask
Now I got those nasty summer blues

Discussing women’s clothing is taboo
Apart from wondering if they wear a mask
I spilt the coffee on my yellow shoes

If I wear thick clothing I’ll get flu
In the  heat I do not want to bask
Now I got those nasty summer blues

I wonder if a canal boat built for two
Would be a good investment that would last
I threw the coffee on my yellow shoes

They say contact with nature’s good for you
But  my own time  has turned to golden dust
Photons  give  men rights to  turn to glue

Some go frigid, others suffer lust
I’ll be your  sweetheart if you say I must
I spilt the coffee on my yellow shoe
No more will I attend at Waterloo

 

 

 

 

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About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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