For many months now I’ve been pulling shoes from the shelf and making my own mismatched mess of them on the floor about me. I can’t possibly recombine them into pairs, but now, finally, after all this time, I’ve got a handle on what they’re for.
‘Shoes, dude, do you grasp them? I can’t even begin to say the word, but I now know what they’re for, even as if by magic. The word’s more complicated than any I’ve ever said but I get the gist, these things go on feet!
Check this out, when it’s time to head for the yard or go bye-bye, the gaggley-gang throws ‘em on da footies and heads out. I can’t attest absolutely to the correllation and I can’t figure a web search to figure it out — what can I say, I asked Jeeves and he tried to sell me Capezios.
No less, I know these nouns are footy and they verily go on the foots… and I’m ready to enfoot them.
Whether you can enunciate the word or not is your own problem (as it’s totally been a problem for me) but if you see a Pooh bear and laces with a fat rubber sole, assume thems things are shoes. Odds are that this is what they are and, if not, the big-folk will get huge giggles from your mistake either way.
So, um, yeah, shoes.