Shoes

Where are your fuckin shoes

Is a phrase that I yelled daily
At my sleepy children "They're lost or stolen maybe"

I'll bet the dog has had a snack

Of sneeker ala mode
Or the Bermuda Triangle Located in my humble abode

It seems to hide the shoes we need

For school and for church
A huge and major problem here The never ending morning search

They find a shoe thought lost forever

The mate long ago was trashed
And here's a shoe under the bed Where all the junk was stashed

Then finally they find a pair

I can't believe my eyes
A matching set with two shoe strings Then I suddenly realize

These shoes won't fit your feet

The must be two years old
So on and on I yell again My face is red my breath I hold

Then five minutes before the bus arives

A miracle happens then
The shoes appear upon their feet But tomorrow the search begins again