(Not to be confused with Pablo Neruda's Ode to his Socks.)
Dearest, dear feet of mine,
I owe you a sincere apology, for
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| THIS |
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| PLUS THESE (so pretty!) |
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| THIS (open toe!) |
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| AND THIS (jump! and jab!) |
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| RIGHT, AND THIS... |
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| AND EVEN THOUGH THIS WAS NOT MY FAULT... |
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| I HAVE BOUGHT YOU THESE. |
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| AND SINCE YOU ARE SO DEMANDING. THESE AS WELL. |
Please consider this a humble gesture on my part. I will be more considerate in the future. I promise I won't hurt you like this again. Let's let bygones be bygones, eh, and move on together?
Yours devotedly,
Jordan
:) I hear ya! When I think of what I've done to my feet over the years in the name of fashion, closing dance clubs, finishing a marathon, hiking trails, and just plain old walking purposefully from point A to point B (which might entail very long distances in impractical shoes) I owe them so many apology letters and way more pedicures than I can afford! Good thing they're stuck with us! :)
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