Ode to my stolen shoes

'tis the night of wind and cold,
barely getting to that hold
after a long day sitting down,
it is nice to get out of town
out to Metrorock dare I go,
the shoes in locker I leave so
it's somewhat old, brown and yellow,
whoever took it must've been a very odd fellow

so I looked, up, down, everwhere
yet I have nothing to delcare
they have disappeared like magic,
oh what a pity, just so tragic!
force to wear my climbing shoes
though not yet singing any blues
not going to let it fetter
a little food will make it better