How could I have ever fallen in love with you?
The polished right foot, and the muddy left shoe.
I could never fit your size 8 dreams,
In my small size 6 seams.
To raise you up, I stooped to new lows,
Trying to please your pampered, pedicured toes.
A left shoe, and a right foot,
How much simpler can it be put?
Still, I’d do anything for you.
I’d stretch my fabrics to form a right footed shoe.