Tuesday, October 20, 2009


She loves her boots
With the endless lace
By the time she's done tying
All the blood's in her face
She can hardly wait
for the air to chill
Then she'll dust them off
for her feet to fill
With her clunky boots
She stomps about
She'll find any excuse
To wear them out
Even a trip
to the local mall
she'll dodge the crowd
and try not to fall
And since she's there
She'll have a browse
She'll buy more boots
if her Amex allows
She doesn't need
a very good reason
Apart from the fact
That they're so last season