"Shoot!"

there's a stone in my boot

but what am I to do?

Stop, sit, kneel, maybe lean?

Make an inevitable scene

all to undue this big clingy shoe

heel - like a disciplined dog is what I always do

heel being the main feature of this type of shoe

at the end of the day, what will I have to do?

Heal!

All because of this kind of shoe

sliding off my feet

slipping across the floor

balancing in these cutesy things I adore

safety at home I ignore

slippers by name

slippery by nature

I readily pull on my trainers

they take the weight off my feet

such comfort is hard to beat

I could venture out for hours:

• shop

• visit

• meet and greet

though each time we face the street

we're bait to class and fashion shamers

if only I could merge the lot

combined the best they have to offer and I'm set

or perhaps better yet

I could perhaps stop caring about what's fitting and what's not