Ruby slippers? These are not them. *click* *clack* *click* *clack* *click* *clack* Oh, hullo, Cockaigne–well, yes, indeed, I think I *can* make this place home.
Leave footwear on feet? They are the exequatur that allows an indefinite stay? Neat!
Oh, but–wait. How does one attend to sweaty socks inside paired shoes? I see. Nice. They aerate themselves clean when from ‘pyoo’ to ‘phew’ does sublimate.
Wow! Worn soul on worn soles, but with no desire to in-trade either for they may never help carry an EGOT off stage, but, even better, they are ever linked in effort to find both hope and happiness in life’s next turned page. ; )