- When a girl gets a pair of moose slippers and they start misbehaving, is it really the slippers? Or could it be the girl acting out?
Kicking couches and books are one thing, but kicking people is another.
And when the unstoppable forces of Moose 1 and Moose 2 head into town, is anyone safe?
When the leaves changed their colors and started to fall,
My mom and I took a trip down to the mall.
We went there because my two feet were so cold,
To shop at a store where warm slippers were sold
She picked out a pair that were probably fine,
From a long row of slippers arranged in a line.
They were grayish and flat and they looked rather boring,
So I snorted a bit to pretend I was snoring.
“These slippers you picked, Mom, they just don’t have style.”
And that’s when I saw them, heaped up in a pile.
Animal Slippers! There were lions and whales,
Kangaroos, hippos and mice with long tails.
There were fast-moving cheetahs and slow-moving snails,
And a sign at the top of the pile, “NOT FOR SALES”.
A store clerk was nearby who’s nametag read, “Stan”
Throwing animal slippers into a large can.
From inside the can I heard cow slippers mooing,
So I walked up to Stan and said, “What are you doing?”
“I’m sorry,” said Stan, “But these slippers are bad.
In fact they’re the worst slippers we’ve ever had.”
He looked pretty scared and he started to shout,
“They’re evil and mean and they must be thrown out!”
“Nonsense,” I said, as I reached in the pile,
Letting my hand feel around for a while.
I pulled out a pair that had antlers and eyes,
And lucky for me they were just the right size.
Mighty Moose Slippers, the tag on them read,
“Please can I get them, Mom, pleeeeease?” I then said.
I gave her my sad eyes and pouted my lip,
So she bought them. And that was the end of our trip.
When I got home I put on those two moose,
They fit like a glove, not too tight, not too loose.
But then as I started to walk down the hall,
Suddenly one of my moose kicked the wall!
The other moose then tried to kick my cat, Ned,
They both kicked my nightstand and jumped on my bed.
They kicked at the TV and then at the couch,
They kicked my poor brother, who let out an, “Ouch!”
These slippers were cursed. These moose were quite mean,
Naughtier footwear had never been seen.
My mom sent me outside to quiet them down,
But things got much worse when they headed for town.
They scratched my mom’s car and they bit my dog Rover,
They ran down the street knocking garbage cans over.
They kicked at the leaves and they kicked at the dirt,
They even kicked rocks but my slippers weren’t hurt.
They kicked at the mailman, his bag of mail too,
They attached the town Mayor and ate his left shoe!
They marched to a bookstore and kicked all the books,
They stomped through a restaurant and kicked all the cooks.
There simply was no stopping my two moose feet,
As they stomped to the butchers and kicked all his meat.
My two moose slippers were having a blast,
The police shouted, “Halt!” but my moose were too fast.
What could I do? These two slipped were cursed,
They were awful and mean. They were simply the worst.
Wherever they went they would leave a bog mess,
Though it was kind of fun, I would have to confess.
My mean slippers were running back towards my house when,
They decided to kick my poor brother again!
They kicked my cat too, first one foot, then the other,
And that’s when it happened… they kicked at my mother!!!
She was angry, of course, but what could she do,
Against the powerful forces of Moose 1 and Moose 2?
But my mom had a plan. And that plan seemed to work,
She grabbed the moose antlers and gave them a jerk.
The slippers came off with no trouble at all,
Their power was gone as they sat by the wall.
My mom didn’t buy my mean moose slipper story,
Even though I had told her I really was sorry.
ONE WEEK LATER…
Of course I’m still grounded and my feet are still cold,
But now without slippers my feet do what they’re told.
My mom says she’s taking them back to the store,
I see them right there, in a bag, by the door.
Those two little moose, looking sad, looking glum,
So furry and warm while my toes are all numb,
What would it hurt if I just slipped them on,
Just for a second, before they’re all gone.
No one would know. Only you. Only me.
What’s the worst that could happen?
I guess we will see…