THE MAN WITH ONE SHOE
I once knew a man with only one shoe,
Romantically linked to the Queen of Peru.
The yarns he recounted near my backyard swing
Would make your blood curdle, make your heart zing.
Ah, the demons he battled the oceans he crossed.
And that one fateful day when hopelessly lost.
A woman appeared on a shiny, white steed;
She swooped him up high, and gave him some mead.
“My, isn't that tasty?” he said with a smile.
“It has just the right flavor, just the right style!”
They got along swell with a minimum of hassle,
And fell madly in love before reaching her castle.
The palace was adorned with diamonds and gems
Even the bathrooms had their own diadems.
But, alas, their love was never quite true.
How could a proud queen love a man with one shoe?
She cast the poor chap out of her sight
Sent him packing away one cold, lonely night.
He ended his journey in my very backyard,
Lonely and hungry, broken and tired.
I had no mead: we were not super rich.
But I gave him a bite of my jelly sandwich.
Yes, I once knew a man with only one shoe--
He limped a wee bit, but his stories rang true.
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