Ode To A Pair Of Old Slippers
( Some Elizabethan scholars think that the following work may be by none other than the Bard himself, William Shakespeare, frequently sighted on the river of time as the Swan of Avon. Others think it may well have been written by that obscure and largely forgotten Dutch, Italian or possibly French poet, Ricardo De Rake. Nobody seems to be sure. Expect some academic tomes published on the matter soon. )
O, old slippers,
though thou rhyme with kippers,
tis time to banish thee to the bin,
for I hast bought a pair of new ones
from Ye Shoe Shoppee.
That thou had holes and wrinkles in
wast no sin,
but go ye must to dust and rust.
Most comfy wert thou
to covereth my feet,
to tread soft on dining hall carpet,
glide on stone kitchen floor like a swan,
as I waiteth for oven to bake cake, bread and scone.
So quiet, hardly there, thou were about the house,
less noise thou made than moth or mouse.
And yet, and yet. O, regret, regret.
Old slippers, thou hast had thy time,
but I hast remembered thee in this thy rhyme.