Shoes

When you wear them...
Some red shoes bring you home with three clicks of a heel...
Some red shoes make you dance until the executioner cuts off your feet*...


Boy in the french quarter in New Orleans: I bet a dollar I can tell you where you got them shoes.
Inebriated young man: All right. Where'd I get 'em.
Boy: You got those shoes on your feet, on the street, in the French Quarter of the beautiful city of New Orleans
Young man: hands over the dollar.**

*Hans Christian Anderson's The Red Shoes
**True story, the inebriated young man was my husband (many eons ago) on leave from the Air Force. Those shoes weren't red.