Broken Shoes
Don't look at your broken shoes,
Just sit in a corner,
And enjoy Traviatta,
So that Verdi would know
That you love Opera music,
As much as I do.
Verdi wouldn't look at your shoes,
He would just ignore
All the snobs in the rooms.
The poem above is authored by Ms. Cristina Toropu which I found serendipitously in Agonia.Net, an international convergence of literature lovers and critics in the web. Ms. Toropu is born in Romania and is currently a math PhD student in the US.
You can lend a guess on why I am posting her poem “Broken Shoes” :
a. I am a snob to snotty people referred in the poem;
b. Cristina and I both like opera music (though I prefer Puccini
over Verdi);
c. My favorite and comfortable shoes, a pair of gray Crocs, has been subject to much glowering by fashion conscious snobs, my only consolation is that at least I have happy feet while they may be suffering from plantar fasciitis resulting to their dour attitude;
d. All of the above.
Answer: D
