There once was a woman who lived to buy shoes
She had so many Manolos she didn’t know what to do
She wasn’t in need, but without a care,
She went to a shoe sale to buy a new pair
Once in the store she was filled with delight
Racks of styles with no end in sight
Prada and Gucci and even Steve Madden
In colors and heels, the rave of high fashion
She fitted, and posed in the mirror with mocking
She strutted and limped, in need of a stocking
She rummaged along as she went on a search
For a brown pair of boots made by Tory Burch
Peek-toes, sling-backs, sandals and flats
it took so long for the clerk to come back
but alas, the wait was worth her while
A pair of Louboutins were displayed on the aisle
Comfy, yet fierce and in her size, too,
but wait, there was a pair of Jimmy Choos
She glided to the register without a bother
The next spree would have to provide her with Prada
She pulled out her card, with her shoes she was smitten
How could she possibly be over her limit?
Each pair was carefully chosen to perfection
Now she was forced to make sole selections
She thought and pondered, what could she do
She’d hand over the Gucci and Jimmy Choo, too
With eyes cast downward, she made her decision
But the sales clerk continued to do some addition
Troublesome scanners and discounted deals
The sale price didn’t ring up on a pair of her heels
The day had been saved, her eyes started to beam
She’d been saved by a discount and the sound of cha-ching
She left the store with one card swipe
It was a good sale, a good day, and a good night
