Oh, leather shoe from Hotter’s sale

Oh, leather shoe from Hotter’s sale
At your beauty, grown men quail.
Far better than my vinyl pumps
Which made my feet grow big red lumps
In these shoes, no-one can see
My bunions, in God’s artistry.
When the sun shines winter low
I  see my  feet all bent a-glow
Although to doctors they’re deformed
In their curves are beauteous charms
Just as wrinkles in our skin
Look delightful coloured in.
As subjects for  computer art
Curves and wrinkles play a part.
They are microcosms, you see
Of the world in its glory.
Mountains worry not if bent;
Streams run blithely up to Dent.
There in a small natural pool
My husband swam to get more cool.
Meanwhile, I ran up the  road
Giving sheep the biscuit owed.
Then we  got into the car
As Dent is further than we were.
Oh leather shoes, you are my pride
And in all senses, you’re my  guide
May you last well and  glow bright.
If Dad was here ,you’d be his rite