R.I.P Red Slippers

Somewhere in Subang Jaya a strange frizzy haired girl is mourning the loss of her red slippers. They had sequins, shiny sequins; sequins glittering with hope. They filled the blogger with raw passion.
The sequiny-slippers have passed on.

And all I'm left with are these stupid squelchy ones that fart as I walk. And if I happen to walk into a muddy area. Ohhh boy. 'Here comes the gas bag.' 'Flatulent Fanny is arriving.' 'We could hear her a mile away.'

And those slippers aren't even NICE! Their just BROWN. Who wears BROWN slippers?
They MATCH. MY. FACE.
They don't even have any fancy bits attached to it. I guess its supposed to be strictly functional. But still.

You know what I saw on my way home? These gorgeous slippers dumped in the mud. They were so NICE. And someone just carelessly threw them in the dirt? What kind of sick person does that anyway? You know what would make them appreciate nice slippers more? If they had some hedious slippers that made them earn the title 'Fart-zilla' or 'Farty-pants'.

That would show them.

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Fluorescent lights cannot decide what colour they want to be,
Shimmering white, an eggy yellow, or perhaps something green,
If they saw my sequins slippers, then they would finally see,
That red is the way to go (blablabla something that ends with een.)

Ciao.