Dear Size 7m,
A Monday morn’s commute is quite complex,
Beset by weekend’s fog, and residue
Of late nights Friday, Saturday, Sunday too.
The worst thing in the world is to be vexed,
Your backpack packed too full and thusly hexed,
To enter work and find you’ve lost a shoe,
High-heel, Marco Santi, of yellow hue.
You moan, and wonder what the %&@# is next.
But fear not a kind rescuer has found
Your shoe, on fifteenth street by the bike lane,
And can return it if you deign come round,
To my workplace, Washington Post by fame.
Bring too its mate to show your claim is sound.
My contact is below, beneath my name.
– Prince Charming