Finally!

So, seven months later, I'm entering my last Fairytale Poem. I don't think anyone has held their breath for this one,and if they did they would have long ago slipped into a coma. The is one is based on the Red Shoes, a cautionary tale against vanity and selfishness. For any girl who would love a good time and pretty shoes more than her obligations must indeed be a very bad girl, or something like that. I personally love red shoes, I own two pair, one pair in flats, one pair with spiky heels and pointy toes, I don't wear those as often because they are absolute torture to my senstive feet, but man are they fabulous! Anyway, on with the poetry. This is meant to be read in a hurry, like chanting slightly out of breath.


Red Shoes

Red shoes, red shoes,
ruby red shoes.
Red shoes, small shoes,
dancing red shoes

Pretty, so pretty,
I want the red shoes.

Red shoes, now my shoes,
pretty red shoes,
Watch me, so gracefull
in my red shoes.

I'm dancing so flirty
until the party's close,
but my shoes don't stop dancing
and I'm stuck on my toes!

Stop me! Please help me
get out of my shoes.
No help I dance on
over forest and town,

through daylight and black night,
no rest for my shoes.

I've had exough dancing,
I'm thin and worn out.
So tired, so tattered,
except for my shoes.

Mercy! I ask you
cut off my red shoes!
let me die, let me rest
away from these shoes

Red shoes, cursed shoes,
removed at last.
I'm bandaged and crippled
but free from the dance.

February 2007