My new clogs are iridescent,
Making people stop and stare,
Which doesn’t happen to the other
Shoes that I might wear.
The color’s kind of different
From the way they looked online,
Yet once I tried them on I knew,
Of course, that they’d be mine.
First they’re greenish, then they’re purple,
Like some feathers on a duck.
If you’re trying to describe them,
You’d be mostly out of luck.
For the thing with iridescence
Is the way the colors shift,
Though their very changeability
Helps make my spirits lift.
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