Almost Girl

As anyone who knows me can attest to the fact that this has been a rough quarter at the University of Chicago for me. Graduating early, taking my qualifying exam, establishing my future career, and generally finishing off my university life have taken its toll on my moral and on my waistline. But thankfully the stress has not taken a toll on my shoes! What you say? Your shoes have survived? Big deal! Ohh but I beg to differ. If you spent the better half of your life traipsing around in pencil skirts and formal pants all while on high hells in rough terrain you would understand how truly inspirational the survival of my shoes happens to be. Thus I compose an ode to my black Prada pumps!

Ohh little Prada pumps
The perfection of your form helps me to take my lumps
I survive the bumps and chumps in your comfortable embrace
You save me in any situation from possible fashion disgrace!
Your lambskin leather once supple and new has acquired a lived in form
I bless the day in which the Muse Muicca assured that you were born
Over rough city streets and corporate boardrooms you help me stride without fear
I brush off the jeers of nay sayers with nary a tear

I can succeed I tell myself if only for one fact
For purchasing my little Prada pumps while an expensive act,
Has assured that the many miles I have walked have been towards my own new future.
So thanks to you my practical Prada pumps I know I will survive
With shoes like you in any environment I know that I can thrive!
You go with jeans, you go with skirts, you go with my little black dress
Is there any situation you cannot survive, no matter the intensity of the stress?
Today I am down, I groan, I frown, I mope around saying why can’t I get any breaks?
But then I look down at my feet and a smile spreads on my face
By the grace of our Muse I have a pair of shoes that I can abuse for any length of time
For my little Prada pumps can survive season to season, year to year, never going out of style
Investment dressing, now that’s a blessing!

So forget your strappy sandals, your silly towering boots, your ugly cowboy get-up gear, and your ballerina slippers!
The only way to go in this harsh unforgiving world is a solid pair of beautiful Italian leather I call my Prada pumps!
I raise my Cosmo to you, I toast my Appletini, I tip my Seltzer water in light of your good name
So if you want good fortune, if you want lasting fame buy yourself some Prada pumps and steel yourself for action
With shoes like these you are bound to get a good reaction!

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