The Shoes Of The Salesman

Back in the Fall of ‘64, Sunday, while watching the NFL;
I experienced a living nightmare, that was the darkest day from Hell!
My father had come over, to watch football with his son;
The die then began it’s casting, this tale of woe begun!
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To preface it, I must tell you, about my father’s aching feet;
They were flatter than a pancake, and pain oft times him greet!
In most shoes he was uncomfortable, so he could only wear a few;
When he found a pair that suited him, he loved them very true!
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He took them off and placed them, beside his easy chair;
Not seeing my little puppy, and his eyes so hungry stare!
Some hours later, at the games end, he got up to go back home;
He reached down to put his shoes on, but only one lay there alone!
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I looked up to the Heavens, and prayed “Please don’t let this be”;
Because what had probably happened, all of a sudden, dawned on me!
And sure enough sitting in the bedroom, was my doggie with the shoe;
Or rather, what was left of it, for he had chewed it clear in two!
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                                   Having half a shoe
                              Is better than having none
                                  My Dad laughed not