It’s hardto be a rock starwith a Louboutinlodged in your throatBoot straps mythnever so aptas describing my dayslicking your heelsBut thank godas Nancy Sinatra advisedI remembered how to walkon my own two feet.
Mama Zen’s observing National Boss Day in the Imaginary Garden.
Clever how you put boots in all three stanzas!
ReplyDeleteOh how I remember that song.....my anthem in the 70's........loved your poem. Glad my working days are over.
ReplyDeleteAh, excellent allusions to boot-licking, Marian, are far more subtly played than mine.
ReplyDeleteThumbs up! *wink*
ReplyDeleteGood that you cab remember to walk on your own two feet! Enjoyed reading this.
ReplyDeleteWell done, Marian. I remember when that song was played so often I got sick of it, but you're right, it was great advice.
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This is so cleverly done, Marian! Very cool.
ReplyDeletePositive attitude! Nice!
ReplyDelete!! Sounds like a bad-ass country song to me!
ReplyDeleteooooh watch out or i'll be singing at you next!
Deleteno boots on the beach, Marian. you'll have to kung fu.
ReplyDeletewhatever. i'm so there!
DeleteSo well done Marian.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
thanks, pals, for the kind words. i think this is ugly as shit, myself. :|
ReplyDeleteThis is not some ugly shit, it's great shit!!!
DeleteI second Helen!
DeleteGot my boots ... I'm walkin'! As always, your poetry grabs and doesn't let go. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteLove this....seems there is always a boss who wants you under his/her heel...
ReplyDeletethanks, lovely friends. so very true.
ReplyDeleteReally fun. Subtle. ;)
ReplyDeletehah, not really! :)
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