Lament of the leather shoe

Posh, phat and plush

Touched up with tad bit polish and hint of wax

Off to a jaunt in the mushy slush

Her orientation rather lax

The bright soul engrossed in a book 

A half baked pedestrian this one 

Maneuvers around without a second look

Reads along caring none

I want her to tip toe, she thumps

Cruelly scrapes off the ice once in a while 

The dampness slowly gets on my skin

Oh that woman can rile up my bile

I'm all soaked, cold and decaying by the minute

Her gaze off the road, she only steps into a puddle

Oh lady, my life is precious, give me a chance to live it  

A cockamamie enigma reading on the road, all you do is make me befuddle

I've had enough, I have to harden

Vengeance will be sweet

I'm done with the abuse and burden

With all my heart and sole, I shall pinch her feet.