Oh tennis shoes, new tennis shoes,
I write this little poem for you.
I love the smell that comes from thee,
when first I put you on my feet.
That newness that you do possess,
that smell of leather, then smell of sweat
when I come home and take you off, it shows
that we have done our job.
To have you on and to break you in,
I can’t wait ’til I can run again!