i brought you my torn,
and my chewed…
and what did i find, but you made them like new!
dear mr. harry, i have to admit
i was a skeptic at first
but now you have me convinced.
i promise to buy better-quality shoes.
i’ll save money in the long run, and my feet will be comfier, too!
for fix ups and touch ups,
polish and shine…
i’ll come to you whether in rain or in shine.
call me crazy, but i just couldn’t help myself. i had to write a poem for harry the cobbler. (is it just me or does the word cobbler make you think of a fairy tale? (or peaches. mmm peach cobbler.))
i had never been to a cobbler before, but i took three pairs of shoes the other week. one’s heel had been a chew toy for magnum, another was coming apart at the stitching, and the elastic had snapped on one of my sandals. harry fixed all three (plus re-heeled a matching heel) for a total of $21. a.mazing.