Sharing Shoes

The last stanza, to me, seems to disjointed from the rest. It fits the title, but doesn't seem to connect to the previous stanzas at all. I think that's both due to the change in the rhythm and the tone. It goes from a narrative to an imperial voice, which I suppose the change in rhythm makes sense from that point of view -- but it tripped me up too much to enjoy it.

this, vaguely mind you, reminded me fo this one:

by Shel Silverstein

Someone ate the baby it's rather sad to say
Someone ate the baby so she won't be out to play
We'll never hear her whiny cry, or have to feel if she is dry
We'll never hear her asking, "Why, why, why?"
Someone ate the baby

Someone ate the baby it's absolutely clear
Someone ate the baby 'cause the baby isn't here
We'll give away her toys and clothes, we'll never have to
wipe her nose. Dad says, "That's the way it goes."
Someone ate the baby

Someone ate the baby, what a frightful thing to eat
Someone ate the baby, though she wasn't very sweet
It was a heartless thing to do, the policemen haven't got a clue
I simply can't imagine who would go and (burp) eat the baby

• stephan