My

• William Barbera, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2006

My shoes like to run
My shoes are fun
My shoes like to walk
My shoes like to jump on the floor
My shoes are black, brown
And sometimes white.
Sometimes they are so clean
They give my mum a fright
Without my shoes my feet
Will hurt and then there is also
the dirt.
My shoes keep my feet from harm
They are comfy