Poem about a shoe.

An unemployed young man walks down endless pedestrian sidewalks with a shoe yawning in the front tired of unending walks searching for a job.

A puppy doing what a puppy dose.

Written in my youth, uncovered a few moments ago.
5-7-5 meter.

My love for fashion and desserts blends.

Poem.

Another poem from Silly Stories. This is no child’s poem =P, but actually like Nick Nack Paddy Whack.

An octopus that only children can see, works at a shoe store.

Life’s difficulties!

My mother’s feet were so sore and misshapen as I recall her telling me of all the ill-fitting pairs of shoes she had worn over the years just to match this outfit or that. She was truly a slave to fashion and paid a steep price for it.