Day 4: Dancing

Who’s dancing and why are they tapping those toes?

Tap tap tap
Coiled red snakes on each black velvet loafer
Brand spanking new, not a scuff in sight
Size 11 and ready for scars

Tap tap tap
Hot rod red, 6 inches tall, caged feet for fashion
Moving quickly through the crowd
A quick two-step and a dip

Tap tap tap
Cheap, glittery green flats come into view, nervously waiting
On the fridges of the dance floor alone and quiet
Oops stepped right into a spilled drink

Tap tap tap
Tall, brown boots ready for a fight as they stomp through
Laces nearly undone and frayed, leather cracked
These boots were made for...

Tap tap tap
Something blue twirls and shakes, bedazzled with toes peeping
The hem of her white wedding gown obscures
WHOOSH, the satin blue heels go flying

Tap tap tap
Vomit on leather Oxfords as they rush to the exit
Too much fun ruined the alligator finish
All the other shoes skittered away

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