The Black Shoes

Walking barefoot along the marina had taken
my shoes off they were too small and brother’s.
I had borrowed them ‘cause I was meeting a girl and
had read that a gentleman only wears black shoes
after five, needless to say she didn’t show up.
No one took any notice before an officious
person in uniform told me to put the shoes back
on, to avoid a lengthy argument I threw them into
the sea; passers by kept looking at my feet and
the officer called for back up. Brother came bailed
me out, but he was so sore about the loss of his
precious black shoes that later that evening I dived
into the marina to see if I could find them. No luck.
Was arrested when I came back ashore, this time
brother didn’t care to bail me out but brought me
a pair of slippers.