There was a mad old lady, that lived in a shoe,
"Why did she live in a shoe" I hear you ask,
Well that's simple, a sandal let the rain in silly,
To keep completely dry she lived in a Doc Marten shoe,
This was a snazzy Doc Marten shoe though, as it was red.
She had a mad son who live in a sandal
" Why did he live in a sandal" you ask ,
Well that's simple silly he was stupid,
But he loved his sandal ,
Though it did let in a draught.
He had a mad daughter who live in a trainer,
"Why did she live in a trainer"', I hear you ask
Well that simple silly, she was always running here and there
She loved her trainer ,
Though her dad wanted her to live in a sandal.
The end
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The old lady who lived in a shoe
PoetryMy first short story, not about anything really just an idea