I have the best readers ever, seriously. Delilah wrote this sonnet for her high school English class, and if she doesn't get an A, I will happily visit her school to throttle the teacher: Ode to Christian Louboutin (And His Shoes)
Thine red soled slippers doth my heart swoon
My closet doth yearn for thy chic style
Even though heels make my ankles break soon
For you, love, I'd march more than a mile
Black patent leather are quite a classic
With a peep-toe, or not is your option
Yet thy price is longer than Jurassic
I sincerely hope for your adoption
Should a miracle happen, such as that
I would do a very big happy dance
See? I love you just as much as my cat
Thy geniosity must hail from France
And although you may not know my name or face
Should I grade thee, t'would surly be an ace
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