This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Tired old mud-splatteredWell-worn boot.Nobody's Number One,They don't give a hoot.Dull ugly colours, somewhat ragged,Got some holes.Dirt-stiff ancient lacesHolding on to worn-down soles.Glitter-pretty princess shoe,Shining golden heel;This is party girl's first choice,Like royalty, she'll feel.Shining sequins scatteredUpon a gol...
