IT'S NOT THE SLIPPER SEASON

The author of the following poem is a lovely lady who works in a retirement complex near my home. She often keeps the residents amused by adding poems to their weekly newsletter. When I first asked her if I could include one of her poems on my website she wondered whether it was a bit 'frivolous' when compared to my more serious poems, I replied that anything that makes us smile or lightens our day, is good for sure, (a spoonful of healing medicine for the soul)....so here is my friend Linda's poem, one of my favourite ones.....

(Loosely based on a request for slippers in the Spring:)

It's not the 'slipper season'
in the shoe shop I was told
It's March you see - we've had 'a run'
and now they've all been sold.
If you'd called in last November
then the choice we had was great
from velcro strip to kitten heel..
but you've left it far to late!

I could look out the back I guess
(I thought she'd never ask)
with shaking head and muffled sigh
oh this really is a task!
Ten minutes pass and then she's back
"this is the best that I can do"
while holding up a bright pink pair
with pompoms - size two!
I leave the shop somewhat bemused
I really must remember
we're in the 'sandal season' now...
I'll pop back in November!