Oh Work Shoes

Ode to my work shoes.

I have been holding on to this photo and this post for a very long time. Probably almost as soon as I started to write this blog.


I was going to follow the format of an ode and write a poem about these restaurant work shoes who had died. However, the pair I bought to replace them are almost dead too.

So here is a poem still but not in ode format.

Oh work shoes how you make me feel.

Sometimes sticky other times like I'm walking on a banana peel.

You once were shiny and black,

Now you're kept hidden in a sack.

You smell something awful,

it is almost of the point of being unlawful. 

I thank you for your service rendered.

But I think about sending you back to the vendor.

For your grippers no longer work.

Making you a very big jerk.

Water can creep in an wet my socks, 

That is why I should bury you in a box.

I thank you for all of your help,

I must go let you go before my feet yelp.