Tag Archives: Cobblers!


My favourite boots, feeling worn

out underneath, a little tired but loved,

the cobblers

will always find a way to preserve

them for a while;

dropping them off at closing time

and with pair of bulk standard

trainers to sneak home in

standing by as replacement,

I got them to mend them once again.

Next day, the clock chiming Ten

in the market square,

I walked in to the shop

just in time to see

the cobbler ringing the till

and his fingers red from the pressure