O Nike, thou goddess of ethereal footwear that adorn my feet
Each day I slip into the softness of a kid glove and sigh
For you know what I need to make my day complete
A walk in the magical kingdom of nature that beckons me
And I will for all eternity covet these sneakers and treat them well
As they will take me places far and wide upon the road of life
Verily I say unto you, never cease your production
Nor bring to an end your outrageous styles and colors
But, what-ho! Methinks I spied a crippled heel, nay two
Made worn by many steps upon the FitBit
Alas my magical shoes are but earthly and corrupted
Old and eroded with the smell of death, what to do?
In the midst of my distress, as I contemplated my plight
There came to me a voice, I know not from whence
And the words did reverberate in my ears
“I will give you the answer”
And Nike did speak unto me in this hour of distress
To give me hope and sooth my fevered brow
“Prithee, where may I find the balm to save my sole
What words of wisdom have you to impart”
“Listen carefully and take heed, for all your strength you will need
Get thee unto Amazon, and there you shall find that which you seek
In its ancient archives you will find a ruby tube
With these letters of black emblazoned upon it “SHOE GOO”
“This magic GOO when applied, will waken your shoes to new life
The old and tired will once again be young and strong
And each day will be as when you first beheld them on the shelf
Your eyes bedazzled and your heart lost to their beauty”
And so it came to pass, this pair of shoes I bought was my last
The GOO preserves from year to year, the shoes that I hold so dear
Upon my feet I place them daily, and though age may slow my step
The shoes and I will tread lightly and leave a gentle wake