This is a song which should be chanted! (Based on a childhood memory) <br />............................................................................................................ <br /> <br />Red shoes, <br />she wanted... <br />red shoes... <br /> <br />they had to be red she said, <br />they had to be red... <br /> <br />no way she could explain <br />when she was only three... <br />no way that she could dance <br />through her three-year-old day <br />without <br /> <br />red shoes... <br />red shoes... <br />she got the red shoes blues. <br /> <br /> <br />She wanted <br />stiletto heels... <br />stiletto heels... <br />stilet-tos... <br />stilet-tos... <br />she was fifteen <br />and there wasn’t any way <br />that she was going to dance <br />through her teenage day <br />without stilet...tos... <br />with those... <br />pointy toes... <br />she got the winkle-picker blues. <br /> <br /> <br />She wanted... high boots... <br />she wanted... ankle boots... <br />she wanted stamp-your-face <br />Bob Marten bovver boots... <br />she wanted... slippers <br />as wide as... kippers... <br />she wanted sandals <br />with wedge heels, <br />flip-flops and pumps... <br />she walks into a shoe-shop and everybody jumps... <br />And now she’s forty <br />it isn’t naughty... <br />to try ‘em, to buy ‘em, <br />not to walk on by ‘em... <br /> <br /> <br />But nothing ever beat those <br />red shoes... <br />red shoes... <br />the red shoes... <br />dancing through the day until you’re dead shoes... <br /> <br />red shoes... <br />red shoes.... <br />she got the red shoes blues.<br /><br />Janice Windle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/growing-pains-red-shoes-blues/
