Ode to my New Prada Pumps

Once in a lifetime a love comes along that is so perfect and pure it illicit emotions that one never knew one could feel. Such a love has the power to instill us with the strength to move mountains and the confidence to address stadiums. Love affairs like these are not common. History has seen very few such perfect unions; Romeo and Juliet, Anthony and Cleopatra, Harold and Maude and now…me and my new Prada black satin peep toe sling back pumps with flower heels.
To mark the occasion I have penned the following poem to my amore.

Ode to My New Prada Black Satin Peep Toe Sling Back Pumps With Flower Heels

Oh Prada pumps my new favorite shoes;
With satin peep toe and heel of many hues.

When first we met our union was forbidden;
My pregnant belly and your price tag, who were we kiddin?

I never gave up hope; I kept coming back;
But alas Bergdorf’s does not have a clearance rack.

Ah, but that EBay my true Cupid splendor;
Availing me to my beloved but for considerably less tender.

Your graceful sling back cradles my heel;
And the height to which you lift me only adds to the appeal.

I will pair you with skirts, with suits and maybe a tailored short;
No mind your lack of ergonomics, my feet are quite willing to contort.

Care not do I about your minuscule nick;
Organic imperfections befall all stems and sticks.

So thank you Prada, deannacombs22 and Ebay too;
Instead of six seventy five they were only two hundred forty two.