In my shoes

Rupert thinks he's funny and argues with a clown, who cries and throws a fit to match the frown. 'You wouldn't survive a day in my shoes,' he admonishes Rupert through his blues. So Rupert takes the enormous clown sneaker, and puts it on his head suddenly feeling bleaker. He waits a moment or two, itching his neck like he's want to do. 'I'm not sure I'm doing this right, but I'll tell something that just might bite. This shoe is big like a massive brain tumor, and honestly, it smells like horrible bad humor.

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