Well-Heeled Opposition
What strange convention beckons women’s feet,
To amble high atop such threat’ning heels,
Impossible to make a quick retreat,
From those who lack the sense for how it feels.
The limits of the physical must stretch--
Say Jimmy Choo and Christian Louboutin,
But pardon me, I must needs whine and kvetch,
If artificial stature is the plan.
A longer limb is sexy, argue men,
Whose dreams of thin stiletto spikes abound,
But when it comes to legs, I stress again,
I’m lucky just to have mine reach the ground.
When shopping shoes, discomfort thwarts each pair--
I think I’ll paint my toes and leave them bare.
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