shoe in

There was once a pretty old,

not-so-pretty young
woman who lived in an old, 

hand-me-down shoe.

Tie her own laces, work on its sole, 

polish the fraying

tongue – that was all that she could do.

Blisters were fine, plasters did the trick

Got dirt? Just a little flick.

After all, it was just one shoe.

(And solely hers to chew)