Ode to a Pair of Revas

A word before you begin reading: This post may sound superficial. That's because it is, but it's written all in good fun.

The following poem is an ode dedicated to the first pair of Tory Burch Revas I ever owned. Revas are iconic, fashion forward, and comfortable all at the same time. Although expensive, I just can't bring myself to purchase any other type of flat shoe. My Revas have never done me wrong. They can be worn with virtually anything. They're like a LBD (Little Black Dress) for your feet. The first pair I bought (as you can see) were black patent leather with patent Tory emblems to match. I adore them, but today, something terrible happened: they began to fall apart starting with the soles. When I felt the sole separate from the body of the shoe, that's when it hit me: my first pair of Tory's needed to be retired. Their days were numbered. Hence, the poem....

Ode to a Pair of Revas

Flats usually don't suit a femme of short stature

Yet, in my Tory Burch Revas, somehow it never mattered

Inaugural pair, patent leather, so shiny

Traits so divine I cared little for the money

Now you see, they cost an extravagant sum

But, in the world of flat shoes, they are second to none

Created in various colors, sundries, and textures

There's a Reva for all - Don't worry; it matches

The perfect, go-to pair when my calves need a break

From the heels and athletic shoes and every other make

When they're on your feet, you've combined comfort and style

In fact, wearing my Revas, I'd happily walk a mile

Perhaps that is why they've grown tattered and worn,

I've donned them too often; I've had them too long

New Revas I'll purchase to replace the first pair

Inside a box in my closet, the old will always be there.