High-Heeled Shoes
I like to wear my Mommy’s shoes.
I mean the pairs she doesn’t use.
I pick the ones with highest heels,
You can’t imagine how it feels
To walk around, go out the door,
Clump-clumping all across the floor.
Poetry For Children
High-Heeled Shoes
I like to wear my Mommy’s shoes.
I mean the pairs she doesn’t use.
I pick the ones with highest heels,
You can’t imagine how it feels
To walk around, go out the door,
Clump-clumping all across the floor.