My Old Boots
I wore my boots down till they were held together with bits of stringMy Old BootsMy 'monkey boots' when I was growing upwere like two of my own best friends. Hardly a day did we spend apart,wherever we'd walk or wend.Two rugged bits of cobbled leatherwith scuffed up toes and laces,with cardboard insidefrom the wear of the slide,on the ice or the gravelly tracesIt's with a sad heartwhen dad gave a startas he saw the state of my boots.He packed me off to townwith two worn half-crownsto buy n...