Poem: 'White Shoes [Black Shoes]"

White Shoes {Black Shoes}

 

White yes white they strolled down the hall

White yes white observed by one and all

 

Pure so pure no stain upon them seen

Plop yes Plop they entered the machine

 

Laugh yes Laugh at the sight so comic

Laugh yes Laugh for it seems so ironic

Plop yes Plop they emerge less bucolic

 

Black yes Black they strolled down the hall

Black yes Black observed by one and all

 

Laugh yes Laugh at the site so comic

Laugh yes Laugh for it seems so ironic

 

Plop yes Plop they emerge less bucolic

 

Friends yes Friends call out, look down you foolish man

Friends yes Friends point out the awful truth, with laughing eyes

 

White turned Black the machine has done its work

White turned Black bring forth the sound of  mirth

 

 

Written by Mark R.  Day unknown date, copyright by Mark R. Day 1/21/13, all rights reserved

 

This was inspired by a shipmates retelling of a story about a night in Tel Aviv, a bottle of Bourbon, and a shoe shine machine.  Thanks for reminding me Joe.