sand tassles
If there’s one thing I can’t stand it’s men’s loafers with tassels.
Penny loafers are pretty bad but it’s the tassels that get me. It’s just not … masculine. And if you wanna go femme, try a hot pink stiletto.
I just dumped a guy for showing up to the opera in tasseled footwear. Thanks to Don McLean for giving me the idea of doing it by way of a friend.
And if he asks you why, you can tell him that I told you
That I’m tired of tassles in the air.
I’ve got a basic sense of taste, decency and style I want the world to share
And tassled shoes just lead me to despair.
Mules of forest green, slippers, brogues and clogs,
They’re not great, but I’ll put up with them without flogs.
I’m asking you to throw out your awful togs.
I’m leaving you and returning to the schplogs.
Save me from all the trouble and the pain.
I know I’m weak, but I can’t face those shoes again.
Tell him the reasons why I can’t explain,
Perhaps he’ll understand if you point to your mary jane.
