Once I found some pretty shoes
With lovely pointy toes
They came in pairs made up of twos
Stuck under two big bows
The bows were sparkly green and blue
And silver stuck on grey
With what might just have been cheap glue
On bits of faux suede
Yet here's the rub, they were on sale
To leave them I was loath
So I was smart, did what was best
And simply bought them both.
I should probably just end this with a link to T Rex, who writes much better rhymes than the one above.