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Ode To My New Sandals

Oh! Sandals you are so green

And every ode must begin with Oh

For it is the unwritten law of the bad poet, tra la

As is going tra la, and fol di rol in a folky, stroky beardy kind of way

Sandals, you are not breen

Which, as Bill says, is the colour you get

When you mix all the colours in the paintbox together,

Thank you Tom, and note the enjambement there please

Sandals, you are so cool

I don’t want to ever take you off

Just like that pair of grey suede pixie boots

My mum bought me for Christmas in 1983

Sandals, I nearly tripped over in you today

Because I mostly wear heels

And I’m not used to being so close to the floor

But I don’t blame you

Sandals, even though you were a steal

At twenty five quid from TK Maxx

Caron still thinks that you’re the Billy

And she’s a style queen diva

Sandals, you have made me

An honourary style queen diva

Because your greenness and funkiness is legend

And you are now immortalized in verse

Sandals, I have finally found something

To talk to Paul Weller about

I am going to ask him to set you to music

And you will be starry, dancing sandals

Sandals, I will be the mod mother

Wearing you in your luscious verdant summer garb

You will be famous, and so will I

Much cake will be consumed, hoorah.

Sandals, I love you so much

You have a blog entry to yourselves

And this is my most famous blog

Because it is the shortest blog in the entire history of me

Fin…

By Katy, (age Six (and thirty))