The Shoesmith
......tough as the winter freeze
In the cobbler's shop, they call him Shoesmith
He crafts fine shoes with every stitch
Leather soft as a summer breeze
Soles as tough as winter freeze
His hands move deftly, with skill and care
As he shapes and molds each pair
Working tirelessly day and night
To create footwear that's just right
From stylish heels to sturdy boots
Shoesmith's work is never moot
For every foot, he's got a fit
To walk with comfort, and not one bit
So if you need a shoe or two
Just head on down to Shoesmith's queue
And with his craft, you'll own a pair
That's as fitting as this rhyme's affair.
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