slippers

    Blackest bank balances,
Buckaroo-dalliances,
And, crystal-clasp-bound,
Silken drapes in silver-tip—
  Perhaps, instagramically,
    ‘Neath fleekest matched valances:
      Verily, who’d give a chevroned flip?
          If I trip on peace merrily,
              With half-grasp o’ my challenges,
                And seemed a day before
                To be ne’er the chipper,
It’ll be ’cause that swank slipper
Chafed like a rasp
And, thankfully too-perfect, didn’t fit.

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