Many a stiletto
Has pierced my heart,
Informed my art.
So I will not go
There again
As it causes me pain.

But on seeing girl’s in heels
Their legs bare
My resolution steals
Away and I am lost in an unreal
Affair,
Forever under the heel
Of a Claire
Or Flair.

Oh
How the point of a stiletto
Does inform my art,
Pierce my heart.
Though
Oft I wish it were not so.