Flying Shoes

The little village of Nether Podmore,

Was drowsy in the summer’s heat.

Into a café, Mavis waddled,

To take the weight off her aching feet.

She’s bought new summer lightweight shoes,

She’s trying them out today.

But they rub at the back, like hessian sack,

Maybe she should throw them away?

“Oo that’s a smashing cup of tea, me dear,”

Purring with a sigh of ecstasy.

She quickly kicked her new shoes off,

One landed on Old Fred Tuckett’s knee.

The other did a mid air loop-the-loop,

As the café folk began to fret.

It dropped then flopped, insole first,

Onto Charlie Dongle’s ice-cream cornet.

Mavis, bright red, she wished she was dead,

Not intending such wicked a trick.

But the place was in uproar, especially when they saw,

A shoe on an ice cream, and Charlie, in mid lick.

But Charlie’s a gent and politely smiled,

Then carefully wiped clean her shoe.

Considered to say, that on this hot summer’s day,

‘There, it’s now nicely chilled for you.’

Then Old Fred Tuckett with a shoe gripped tight,

And never an opportunity to miss.

Like a pantomime prince, cheekily grins,

“Whosoever this slipper fits, shall give me a kiss!”

Old Fred got his kiss; he’s floating with bliss,

Of ice cream, Charlie’s now not so keen.

And those summery shoes, that gave her the blues,

On Mavis, were never more seen.