I would do anything at all for Mary Sue

I made a shoe for Mary Sue
in beautiful shades
of pink and blue,
with fine, fine leather,
and stitching too,
and filled it with love
for Mary Sue.

I brought the shoe to Mary Sue
in a yellow box
all shiny and new,
tied with ribbons,
lots more than a few,
and I waited to see
what she would do.

I knew it pleased sweet Mary Sue
when she saw my work
and the beautiful hue,
and the fine, fine leather,
and the stitching too,
and the perfect fit
of the perfect shoe.

But she broke my heart, did Mary Sue.
Here’s what she said,
said Mary Sue,
“Oh no, oh dear, this will never do,
to be a dancer I must have two.
You didn’t make a pair,
there is one too few.”

So I took back my heart,
and I took back my shoe.
But then I didn’t know what to do
with my lonely heart,
and my lonely shoe,
in a yellow box all shiny and new,
and my two eyes crying for Mary Sue.

Since then Mary’s danced, or at least tried to,
wearing brown clod hoppers
made by Claude LaRue.
The soles are thick,
and they’re stuck with glue,
but they do fall off,
and they trip Mary Sue.

Oh she could have danced to rave review,
her name in lights,
and in New York too,
wearing beautiful shoes of perfect hue,
had she only said, “Oh my, thank you
for the beautiful shoe of pink and blue,
would you please make me another one too?”

I would have made a pair so grand to view,
filled up with love, and magic too,
for dancing on stars,
to rave review.
For one sweet smile
and one “thank you”
I would do anything at all for Mary Sue.

I would do anything at all for Mary Sue

jubabeast

Joined March 2009

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