Boots fit girls down to the ground

True, but don't ask me quite why

Calfskin moulds itself to any form

Yours were the colour of the sky

 

Red boots smack of aggression

Yellow a hint of primrose flower

But blue sends a potent message

A promise of love and soft power

 

Blue varnished boots tread softly

Only ballet shoes look so neat

Yours, though scuffed and worn

Administered justice to your feet

 

Tastes change and wearers too

Boots survive every annual fad

Seeming stately if not neutral

On calves whether good or bad

 

Bad like you, your footwear too,

Footsteps shook the penthouse

Those angry feet left me blue,

A subjugated silent dormouse

 

Blue varnished boots tread softly

Only ballet shoes look so neat

Yours, though scuffed and worn

Administered justice to your feet

 

I'm under your heel no more but

Those blue boots left their mark,

I dream of getting trampled by

Marching jack-boots in the dark

 

Blue varnished boots tread softly

Only ballet shoes look so neat

Yours, though scuffed and worn

Administered justice to your feet