Lost Sole

I saw a high-heeled shoe today
Abandoned in the street
And wondered how its owner walked
With such uneven feet.

Perhaps if she were fairly drunk,
(Enough to lose a heel)
Her teeter-totter gait might not
Be something she could feel.

I hope that her companion
Was a gallant type of fella
So both shoe and gal would find
Their soul-mates, just like Cinderella.