That doorbell sound is Jonty McIntyre
Coming into the shoe shop
He does it every Thursday
Wearing a smart suit and a smile
He asks to try the size fourteens
That we keep as an oddity in the window
He does it every Thursday
And his feet, at a push, are a nine
His smile deflates as he pushes his finger
Disappointedly on the gap at the toes
He says maybe an insole or a second pair of socks
Would make the unruly pair workable
Jonty McIntyre leaves the shoe shop
With a cheery wave and a wistful sigh
But trust that he’ll be back in next Thursday
To try the size fourteens in the window
Poems by Harry Edwards 