Why I walk the street in a cobbler’s shoe? What’s new, you may ask, that we all do! But nay, this one, I had to borrow from him Still one furlong my shoes ran out of steam!
The cobbler was visibly aghast Doubtful looks on me he cast Then he said in a garbled groan I sell shoes not give on loan!
I cursed myself and the shoes I wore Brought months back from a big shoe store Price was high for the branded trust A mere few months and the pair went bust!
So here I’m at the cobbler’s door Walk I must a furlong more Begging for an old worn shoe My humble feet with that can do!
The guy though felt ill at ease Seeing the misery bowed to my wish Brought out for me a dirt stained one Going barefoot could not be fun!
I tell you friends a story that’s true The cobbler loaned me a pair of shoe I could only give him good wish Before I hurried on my way to office!
If you ever beg love of her This small story you must remember She hasn’t a way but make you her own Can either sale love or give it on loan!