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30 Days of Writing - #23 - Stiletto Heels



Stiletto heels?

What do I know about stiletto heels?

They're for women. Sure.

And perhaps transvestites who want to impress.

But guys?

No they're not for guys.

Unless beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

And guys admire girls who wear stiletto heels.

But who looks at women's feet?

Not me.

For me there are other things to admire.

Way above the feet.

I'm no heel.

Indeed, I've been told I'm a real sole mate.

And if a woman needs a lift.

I'm happy to pump her with compliments.

Or slipper a gift.

Like a pair of stiletto heels.


See what heels the other participants are over at We Work For Cheese. That's Nicky's blog, our Queen of heels.

Comments

Cheryl P. said…
It this was a real contest, you would be facing the agony of de-feet.
Barb said…
very cute!
babs (beetle) said…
You're not a leg man then?
Nicky said…
While it's not Supreme Leader, I completely accept the title of Queen of Heels. You get an extra 250 points for that one!
Linda R. said…
Nice word play, and a little bribe, I see.
Quirky Loon said…
Ah. I loves me some punny Dufus. And this does not disappoint. hee hee hee
Linda Medrano said…
I love "slip her" a gift! Hah! You're amazing!
Wendy said…
Very wonderful word play!
Katherine Murray said…
Love it... hey, what parts do you look at above the feet? Oh oh the brain, right? LOLOLOL!
meleahrebeccah said…
you crack me up, John!
nonamedufus said…
Well, I try.
nonamedufus said…
The eyes have it!
nonamedufus said…
Aw, thank you.
nonamedufus said…
Oh, high praise, indeed. Thank you.
nonamedufus said…
I do enjoy myself. I'm glad you enjoy it too.
nonamedufus said…
Well, I guess my work here is done!
nonamedufus said…
What? Me? A bribe?
nonamedufus said…
Your stiletto heels are in the mail.
nonamedufus said…
Now how do I answer that without getting myself into trouble?
nonamedufus said…
Thank you, ma'am.
nonamedufus said…
Oh, that was corn-y. But great. I laughed at that one!
P.J. said…
Very nicely done with this prompt!
nonamedufus said…
I'm not one to speak out normally, but this time I had a "platform" to speak from.

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