Let's do unspoken word -- let's write "shoe lasses."
A brave, surreal display, or just a typo?
And should they dream, what contemplation passes
Through lacy brains? It has to be quite hypo-
Allergenic, so pencil in the dreams
They tested on the monkeys; this stuff's safe
For human cogitation, and there's reams
Of sneakers it got rubbed on. If a waif
Breaks out, you gotta ask, did I mean girls
Or cords? I cannot tie my shoes with both,
Nor dream in equal parts fair maiden twirls
And leather tongues. A Kinsey six, I'm loath
To trip on one and grope the next while shod-
Free demimondes flaunt open toes abroad.
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