Beautiful, or if that title be
Too weak, for her be-witching you see,
Gimme a name that more f’king suits,
un’then let me call thee, Crystal shoes!
A pair of shoulders strong and wide,
Arms long dangling by the side,
Long petticoats to hide the feet,
A load of perfume sick’ning sweet.
Bare ears on either side the head,
Tinted with bright vermilion red,
Cuddles the spin by her eyes,
To shame the blush of twilight skies.
Such is her beauty, a treasure I’d loot,
I set to seek the slender, tender foot,
To try it on every damsel I meet,
to fit this shoe, Oh, I started hating feet!