A cobbler formed the shape of shoes on a wooden foot shaped last. If it lasted long he was happy.
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Parody Song for Lute and Harp
The cobbler who mended the princess´s shoes
Fell in love with her feet and declared his love.
But the princess was quite chocked, said…no.
Sad cobbler sat in his shop repairing waders,
Farmer clogs and polished officers riding boots
The cobbler who mended the princess´s shoes.
The princess had shoes to repair, sent a servant,
But the cobbler needed her feet to make a fit.
He fell in love with her feet and declared his love.
He mended her shoes touched her ankles to make
Sure the shoes fit and the princess´s was thrilled
Made him a courtier of her dainty ankles and feet.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Counterfeiter
A barefooted cobbler is mending a shoe for a bank clerk
who sits behind him and reading a newspaper.
When the cobbler said 'finished sir'
He gave him a big note and vanished.
Cobbler is very happy and on his way home
He dreams to buy a good dress for his wife
and so many things for the children.
If he knows the note is a fake?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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French Shoes
He was a good lookin guy
Stood about six foot three
Long brown hair
As nice as he could be
Everybody liked him
But he didnt have a clue
He looked silly as hell
In those funny french shoes
You know the type
Without any heels
Leather soles
Kind of a slip on deal
He was cavalier
Whether hed win or lose
But he looked silly as hell
In those funny french shoes
I know its not right
To judge a man by his clothes
By the way that he looks
Or the people he may know
Im embarrassed to say
If I had to choose
I could never really trust
Any man wearing those funny french shoes
Funny french shoes
Funny french shoes
No man should be wearin
Those funny french shoes
They look good on a womans foot
I must say that they do
But no guy should be wearin
Those funny french shoes
Get some socks on, man!
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Straw Foot
I guess you didnt hear me
When I told you for the first time
Well dont you worry
It wont be the last
All I need a floorboard
An a wooden shoe
Step aside an let my lady through
Hey foot, straw foot
Low we lay em down
Hey foot, straw foot
Up an back around
See the high priest
He took my place
When the judge looks to me
He saw his sons face
Not gonna join you in
Your tower of babble, boy
Tired o that talkin
Im sick o that noise
Hey foot, straw foot
Low we lay em down
Hey foot, straw foot
Coverin ground
Im not alone
An looks can be deceivin
When we get down to it
Youre talkin when you
Should be leavin
Ive been to nebraska
It reminded me of spain
All the questions loaded
All my answers same
Hey foot, straw foot
Low we lay em down
Hay foot, straw foot
Coverin ground
Let us not mince our words
Lets say it true this time
I need your forgiveness
Just like you need mine
Tell me how it is that
You dont want what hes given
It aint no sin son
To be forgiven
Hey foot, straw foot
Low we lay em down
Hey foot, straw foot
All over town
song performed by by 16 Horsepower
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Princess, Orphan and The Cobbler's Daughter
On the dancing floor
He sees his skinny figure
Under the dim lights
In front of a mirror
And he scared of the fast beat
Because of his broken shoes!
In the semi darkness
He tries to slip away from the hall
But the princess never release her hand?
And he thinks how a princess loves an orphan
Unless in a dream?
But he's happy at least a dance with a princess
Though it's a dream?
In the morning when he enters the cobbler's slum
To mend his shoes, he sees his beautiful daughter
O that face resembles the last night's princess!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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That's like asking a cobbler if he's made too many pairs of shoes.
quote by Harvey Keitel
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It Sure Was
They said, "what do you think you would do
If she told you that she'd been untrue?"
I'd say, "i won't say i won't be sorry, no.
It sure was love while it lasted."
They said, "how will you feel deep inside
When the love you believed in has died?"
I ain't sayin' it won't hurt me
It sure was love while it lasted
I'll be livin off of the good times
That you've given me to face
I have had my share of the sunshine
I can stand a little rain.
So we don't give a damn what they say
We've go something they can't take away
'cause whatever comes tomorrow
It sure was love while it lasted
It sure was good while it lasted
It sure was love while it lasted.
song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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The blacksmith's horse and the cobbler's wife are always the last to have shoes.
the Irish Wedding Knot
-THE IRISH WEDDING KNOT-
Have you ever seen a Wedding Knot
Carved from one piece of wood,
Given to an Irish Bride
Before the alter where they stood.
The one I have is walnut
Made by a loving hand.
It was passed down to my father
Just as his mother planned.
A marriage of a lifetime
Carved into that little knot.
A tiny little wooden cage...
Wooden ball within the slot.
That wooden ball just stays there
sliding 'round inside that cage,
Never will it be removed...
Never will it disengage.
Three marriages it's gone through
Each one has lasted long....
And as long as it remains inside
Your marriage won't go wrong.
This special knot I'll treasure
Three generations through.
This loving Irish Wedding Knot
Binds my love to me so true.
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
7-2-06
poem by Carolyn Ford Witt
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White Shoes
(jack tempchin)
I want em, I need em
And Im gonna go out and get em
White shoes
I know Ill feel better
When I slide down into the leather
White shoes
White shoes ... woah, oh, oh... white shoes
White shoes ... woah, oh, oh... white shoes
I woke up from a dream
When I saw em in a magazine
White shoes
I said lou you gotta start new
And the first thing you gotta do
Is get some white shoes
White shoes ... woah, oh, oh... white shoes
White shoes ... woah, oh, oh... white shoes
You know he left me with the lonesome blues
Been hangin round too long with nothin to do
Yeah, he really made me pay those dues
But Im goin out on the town tonight in
White shoes
Well, I wanted em, I needed em
Yeah, and I went out and got em
White shoes
That new boy when I see him
Im gonna walk right up and meet him in
White shoes
White shoes ... woah, oh, oh... white shoes
White shoes
Im goin out on the town tonight
White shoes ... woah, oh, oh... white shoes
White shoes ... woah, oh, oh... white shoes
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Alphabetic Inspiration
When all else fails
The Economists look to
The alphabets for inspiration
Will the economic recovery be V shaped?
Yes indeed, say the very optimistic
With the stimulus package
There is only one way
That world economy can go and it is up
Not really, say the less convinced
It will probably be U shaped
The down-turn will stay for sometime
Before it slowly climbs up once more
Then come the zigzag theorists
The shape is more likely to be a W they cry
The economy having gone down
Will first go up and then down again
Before moving up with more confidence
Last but not least, are the die-hard pessimists
They believe that the mother of all depressions
Will not end in a hurry and have forecast an L shape
Meaning that, having gone down
The economy will stabilise at the current bottom
Given that the theories have so far
Centred around only four
Of the twenty-six alphabets
There is still plenty of scope for further
Alphabetic inspiration.
poem by Sandra Martyres
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Sand On My Shoes
As I sit by the sea
Drink tequila by the shade of a tree
Theres a seniorita sat on my knee
Sprinkling sand all over me
Ive got sand on my shoes
Ive lost everything that Im gonna lose
Ive got nothing but the sun and the moon
And the sand thats on the beach
I am happy though my shoes are tattered and torn
Because the sea is so shiney
Ba ba-um-ba
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba-um-ba
Ive got sand on my shoes
Thought I was civilized
Till I saw the sea and I realized
That the city life was just not for me
Left my troubles behind me
Ba ba-um-ba
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba-um-ba
Ive got sand on my shoes
Ive got nothing else that Im gonna lose
Ive got nothing but the sun and the moon
And thats plenty for me
Ive got sand on my shoes
Ive got sand on my shoes
Ive got sand on my shoes
Sand on my shoes
Ba ba ba ba-um-ba
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba-um-ba
song performed by by Kinks
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I used to say, 'There is a God-shaped hole in me.' For a long time I stressed the absence, the hole. Now I find it is the shape which has become more important.
quote by Salman Rushdie
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Out Of The Sighs
Out of the sighs a little comes,
But not of grief, for I have knocked down that
Before the agony; the spirit grows,
Forgets, and cries;
A little comes, is tasted and found good;
All could not disappoint;
There must, be praised, some certainty,
If not of loving well, then not,
And that is true after perpetual defeat.
After such fighting as the weakest know,
There's more than dying;
Lose the great pains or stuff the wound,
He'll ache too long
Through no regret of leaving woman waiting
For her soldier stained with spilt words
That spill such acrid blood.
Were that enough, enough to ease the pain,
Feeling regret when this is wasted
That made me happy in the sun,
How much was happy while it lasted,
Were vagueness enough and the sweet lies plenty,
The hollow words could bear all suffering
And cure me of ills.
Were that enough, bone, blood, and sinew,
The twisted brain, the fair-formed loin,
Groping for matter under the dog's plate,
Man should be cured of distemper.
For all there is to give I offer:
Crumbs, barn, and halter.
poem by Dylan Thomas
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Knocking Shop (Fun Poem 117)
I have a little place
I call my knocking shop,
my little den of iniquity
where I go
and bang away all day.
However, it’s not what you’re thinking
and it’s not rude or crude
as I’m a little cobbler
and I bang away
on my shoes all day.
29 March 2011
poem by David Harris
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The Law.....
the law is the mold
where we are supposed to take shape
as though we are water or air
and it is the vessel, and
the vessel after we have been shaped
to its likeness
from its mouth tries to tell the world
that here we are
happily married to the prescribed form
all, uniform, all so cruelly shaped
to the likeness of everyone
and those who complained about the pain
is met by the adage at the gate
dura lex, sed lex
dura lex, sed lex.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I too, have got shoes
Have you seen shoes on children here
No shoes for other children
No shoes for your children
My uncle said to my dad
I lost my shoes—small shoes
from then on
My feet crushed the thorns
from then on
The city was taken from me
But not me from the city
from then on
Many years later my shoe remover died
And I got back my shoes
Bigger shoes—for crushing thorns
from then on
I cat walked in them
And went to bed in them
from then on
I got the city back
Even when I stayed there
from then on
Believe me I too have got shoes
And I slip my feet in them
But not for sleep anymore
Yes I too have got shoes
Other children wear shoes
My children wear shoes
Wear shoes why not
Why not why not why not why not
Shoes in the cot
Shoes to school
Shoes to the market
Shoes to the office
Why not wear shoes
poem by Moses Kainwo
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Studio visit
Feet slightly apart, firm
as at stable ease, yet
ready for the glorious unexpected;
left thumb, pressured
white to pink under the nail,
hooked through wooden palette,
its organic shape summoning
some internal organ – heart,
lungs, kidneys, liver –
squeezed dabs of pure pigment,
waiting, vivid, muted, or in
a cosmic swirl of some new sight;
looked me in the eye and said,
ordinary is so beautiful… the studio silenced,
paint brush poised,
and the whole singing world, given
now a blessing, to be its ever
miracle of light and life and space,
of the ordained, of ordered
breath of life shaped as a palette,
shaped as an eye, sheds inner light
on outer, mind that knows only
present here and now; his gaze,
still on mine; waiting for the sight
of the miraculous in pupil of my eye,
mind as his canvas, waiting too
for the world made ever new;
‘only watch, and all else happens;
ordinary is so beautiful.’
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Happy Is Happy
intoxicated
on life(crown
and valium)
happy is happy:
judge me if you
want(ha-
like i would care)
people dont know
what happiness
is: smiles and laughter
take many forms
they are of the moment
-now-
(free from stress
&
anxiety)
walk in my worn shoes
(miles on
manic feet)
and tell me
if youre tired(youll
sleep like a baby)
ive found new shoes-
ones with gel bottoms
&
now im running through life
(exercising
and meditating)
happy is happy:
judge me now