My bff Y's Brett!
Mrs Poo and her tales of hanging with her posse here. I think the big lesson here is shoe memories last a life time.
My bff is Courtney. More on Courtney another time. To-day a poem. Using only a small aspect of our shoe memories and inspiration from rock of love, of course.
Cute.
a poem for Courtney.
Audrey; OhMyGod! Glitter tights!Courtney; Cute. There's pink leg warmers. Cute.
Audrey; It's like a giant tower of pink shoes!
Courtney; Yeah. Oh these ones are cute.
(Courtney is mentally packing her suitcase.
Guess? the pink one, dahh.)
Audrey; Oh they have orange ones. To match my singlet.
Courtney; Hot! Pink ones to. They are hot!
(Oh Yeah! I am wearing this pair first time on the bus!)
Audrey; You know, I like the double denim look.
Courtney; Sweet! OhHOT! Ssswweeettt.
(Brett is sooo going to pick me. These boots are Hot!)
Audrey, Lady of The Manor.
Audrey; It's like a giant tower of pink shoes!Courtney; Yeah. Oh these ones are cute.
(Courtney is mentally packing her suitcase. Guess? the pink one, dahh.)
Audrey; Oh they have orange ones. To match my singlet.Courtney; Hot! Pink ones to. They are hot!
(Oh Yeah! I am wearing this pair first time on the bus!)
Audrey; You know, I like the double denim look.Courtney; Sweet! OhHOT! Ssswweeettt.
(Brett is sooo going to pick me. These boots are Hot!)
Audrey, Lady of The Manor.
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