Once I had one hundred pairs of shoes
so many shoes I didn’t know what to do with them all
How could I be fair to every pair?

I wore them in I wore them out
I wore them everywhere and all about
I put them on I took them off
I cleaned them and I watched them scuff
I kept them in the wardrobe I kept them on the floor
I looked at new pairs in shoe shops always buying more
I watched over them in case they walked out on me
although that would be quite a shock to see

I wondered how to share the wear
for so many shoes I’d bought with care
I wore them in evens I wore the odds
I racked them up and hung them from rods
I couldn’t work out how to be fair
to give each two an outing same as every other pair
so I put them in a line and started at one end
each day I would wear the next pair I did intend
the days wore on the line grew around the house
I walked in socks to each next pair quiet as a mouse

eventually I reached the very end 
at which point I must myself defend 
I came late to realising  shoes have no brains 
or feelings so there were no gains
from my actions bold and unreserved
my treatment of them was undeserved

I thought I would try a nonsense poem for a change.