Shoe Stories

Have you heard about the Selfridges shoe story competition? Tell them your shoe story on the website and you could be in with the chance of winning a whole load of new shoes. Exciting stuff. Of course I wanted to write a poem, but the nasty site wouldn't let me put in line breaks. Anyway, here it is:

The day I failed my exams, or 'The death of the black shoes'

On the day I found out that I had failed my neuroscience exam
I was supposed to be going to a celebratory party:
A garden party
With all the other neuroscience students.
Obviously that was now out of the question.
No one else had failed the exam.
Just me.
And drinking alone is a new level of pathetic
I didn’t think I’d quite reached.
So I looked at the board one last time,
(Just to check candidate number 143
was where I expected it, between 142 and 144 and not somewhere else
like after 167 or 95)
Then sighed
And went straight to Topshop.
I bought a pair of pink high heels with a big pink bow
In soft fake leather with a 10% student discount,
Threw my boring black neuroscience shoes in the bin,
Put the pink shoes on.
And went to the garden party.

NB this is a true story. When I came back
for another year of neuroscience
the following September
I wished I hadn’t thrown the boring black shoes away.