The Sneakers

All jeweled and glittered upon no shoe,

Shall her toe so aching slip right through;

Though she can't afford any new,

She did not worry if she had many or few.

The stench at the ball would not let her through,

But she would not care, she would have fun standing at a view.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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