My Dad placed great store in his wingtip brogues.
Paid a weekly quarter for the shine on those brogues.
Thin laces, rounded with wax, tied in firm bows,
Cordovan, rich brown, the sheen on those brogues!
Silk socks, stretched tight in corpulent rows
Above lacey leather holes in the patterned brogues.
So many feet standing firmly where good beer flows
Men who treasure the cut and last of their fine brogues.
Almost a secret society whose handshake no one knows
These men who prefer the intricate design in their brogues.
What an outrage--the turns the fashion runway shows
When the dignity of design is stolen for women’s brogues.