39 shoes….
what does that tell you?
What’s a gal to do
when she’s only got 39 shoes?
Wouldn’t you know it
It’s the very pair
I wanted to wear.
I’ve hunted and grunted.
searched low, then high
I’m plumb mystified
“Dang it!
Where’s my other shoe?!” I cried.
Only so many places
a shoe could hide.
Retraced my footsteps
every inch; near and wide.
This has made me insane.
I’ve gone quite mad;
things are looking hazy.
I tell ya, I think I’m going crazy.
I’ve looked under chairs
and couches
up and down the stairs
I need my 40th shoe!
Now what am I going to do?
They were the perfect shade of blue.
But wait! I’ve got an American Express.
No need for this girl to get depressed!
