Sitting under a tree
Was an old man
With an old, wrinkled face
That needed some ironing.
Listening to the birds
Singing a nice song
His old, dirty shoes danced
To the rhythm.

When he walked down the road
His shoes made a terrible noise
He felt his shoes asking him
For some peace and fresh air.

When he got into his bedroom
He took his dirty shoes off
And went towards the kitchen
He caught his shoes following him.

Then he went back to his bedroom
Sat across from his dirty shoes
And asked them what they really wanted
They answered saying “some water”