He wears a shoe and a shoe

A nice and a smelly shoe

The left side is so dreadful

The other is just oh beautiful

One leg, he keeps stepping on mud

The other always sinks in flower bud

Till here, I wonder how he does that

To have been sipping life of good and bad

When I stare, his face is just as naïve

Somehow, it’s carrying a story I couldn’t dive

No, I’m pretty sure you still couldn’t tell

How long has he survived in real hell

Please, don’t look on which he has failed

But pity on the harsh life he has hailed

I suppose, all you need to do is endure

And pray for him to wake up and cure

For he couldn’t nibble the shoes he dresses

It’s for you and me to let him know how they taste