I’ve been told to keep this story to myself,
Because it is pretty sad,
But the only crying one might experience,
Is laughing themselves into tears,
And we could all use a laugh.
Having moved, I now live alone,
I prepared for it: practiced everything,
So I kill fewer shoes.
so no one ever thinks I stink.
Putting on makeup,
So that I look like a professional law student,
Not a professional clown.
putting on my shoes and socks too,
This law student still spent 25 minutes putting on a single shoe
Only to discover,
As I lifted the back over my heel,
It was on the wrong !#%$ foot.
Alas, I didn’t remit!
And was rewarded.
In 15 minutes I got both shoes on,
To the correct feet!
I may survive law school after all.