I stand in front of a rack of shoes
To try to decide between black and blue.
The black are classy, traditional
Full of elegance and grace and all.
But I like a little spice in my life
I am not yet a complacent housewife
So I look at the blue shoes for some time
Full of beat and rhythm and rhyme
The pulse of electric blue hues
Seems to give happy new clues.
Convention says black is the better choice
Electric blue shoes would make too much noise.