When I was just a little kid
My shoes were bought at ‘Clarks’
Often shiny, patent black
Banned from all scuff-marks.
They were purchased from a market stall
When I reached school age –
My Father lost his job
And we survived on just Mum’s wage.
Then as I reached the teenage years,
Life became disjointed –
Mohican, chains and safety pins,
And all my shoes were pointed.
I began work in an office
And my heels were getting higher;
Power dressed at seventeen –
I was a real high flyer!
I learnt the joys of Motherhood
When I was twenty-three;
I rushed around in trainers
To appease a small banshee!
Thirty-two divorced and skint,
I tried stiletto heels –
But they didn’t help my case
Before the justice of appeals!
In my forties I had fun!
Life was just like one big party!
I wore shoes with open toes,
That looked a little tarty!
Now at fifty – disillusioned
With all men,
And too much booze;
I must confess these days
I favour com-fort-able shoes!
