The Pain of Being Born With Flat Feet

Having flat feet is a terrible ordeal,

Finding shoes that fit is hard to do.

It’s like looking for a needle in a haystack,

And as scarce as hen’s teeth, too.

Shoemakers do not seem to understand,

Producing ballet shoes, which is just plain mean.

For when I try on those cute little numbers,

The pain produces a harrowing scream.

I am not complaining to God for how He made me,

That I am wonderfully made is still true.

Yet, I wish that I had been born with feet

That fit a multitude of pretty shoes.

Written for the Three Things Challenge: ballet shoes, scream, and haystack.