I allowed my eyes to rove
seeing a statuesque female walk.
Initially I saw nothing but pleasure
making my emotions start to talk.
From my vantage point I could see
each step produced a rolling hip
a neatly rounded package moving
but her gait seemed more a tip.
Not till my eyes reached down low
was I able to discern the cause of her hobble.
I could not believe my eyes at first
six inch stilettos caused her wobble.
Her outfit was lovely and fitting
hair picture perfect to a tee
but I started grinning broadly
as the scene produced hilarity.
The poor woman struggled
to keep her balance and tall gait.
The more I looked the funnier it got
then my laughter just couldn't wait.
I'm sorry I'm not trying to put her down
what was she thinking wearing a six inch heel
though she looked nice and lovely in her attire
her struggling walk destroyed that appeal.
From a distance you'd have to think
the poor woman had drank too much
her arms out like a skier using a pole
just couldn't help that drunken touch.
I watched as she tried so hard
to reach the other side of the street.
The grimace on her face told the tale
her pains started down with her feet.
I allowed my eyes to rove
an attractive female in her walk
but I sure did learn the meaning
they say her feet had learned to talk.
Del Cano 2008 July
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Comments: 36
6 inch heels are meant to be worn and to remain sitting and nothing else, LMBO!! ;)
peace
Good imagery in your poem!
Other than that...who is crazy enough to wear them? Especially now... But we women have been known to wear heels that later in life had given them real pains...hers... she's having her pain now!
Z'
She should have practiced walking in the house first.
Bless her heart.... and her feet.
The things we put our poor dogs through to do all in the name of appearing sexy...tsk tsk, tsk. lol!