Rough+Drafts

The smell of the new shoe smell when it hit my nose was breath taking, In a astonishing way,of course, When I first placed my foot into the shoe, It felt like I just passed away and was walking in heaven, The leather-like material and dark gloomy color it was matched everthing I wore, The annoying feature that every shoe has,I tying them, But mine were prodigious, because they were slip-ons, They were never dirty, They stayed clean like a well contained pool on a summer day, But all in the end, They were terrible shoes.
 * __ Epithet poem __**
 * __ Old pair of sneakers __**