"BETTY BLUE THE OLD LADY WHO LIVED IN A SHOE"

This poem, lyrical song was written on a whim as I observed my black boots with spider web artwork just sitting in my closet. Then I remembered nursery rhymes from my childhood. I chose to create a story about an old lady who lived in a shoe house, who had too many shoes. Nursery rhymes had deeper meanings than was written in children's books. Do you think there is a hidden meaning in my creation?

Another thing to remember is I authored this about no one. This is not about me. I use I at times,but it was never all about me or myself. Since I am now 75 years old. I have met many characters that have come into my life and retreated out of my life.

My stories are not all about me. As an old lady if I can share experiences of my 75 years on Earth. I have at least ten more years to rock n' roll, and dance a little, and play a tune!

"BETTY BLUE

THE OLD LADY WHO LIVED IN A SHOE"

I once knew an old lady

That lived in a shoe.

This was a nursery rhyme

From another time.

The old woman had so many shoes

She did not know what to do.

She invited the neighbors into her home,

Then she gave the shoe to the neighbor who was alone.

No one cared as she sat in her room

Playing on zoom.

The tears flowed each day.

Then she stood up to say,

No way, not today.

She jumps up,

To scream,

Not today, buttercup.

So, it seems,

She is now the new one is old lady living in a shoe,

To boot another team,

Of boots on the ground,

To sound an alarm,

To swarm,

Around town,

With glee,

As we see,

The neighbors as happy as can be,

And the former old lady

Who lived in the shoe

Is fancy free as can be,

To boot a shoe,

To shoe a boot,

Of glee.

Today I visited the new old lady in the shoe.

Betty Blue

Will love you.

Love all

As the light radiates throughout the shoe,

To boot the shoe,

For Betty Blue

The new old lady living in a shoe,

Of boots and flats,

Just like that,

I wear a boot,

From Betty Blue,

Two boots, dark black,

With spider webs that wrap

Around the boot as I walk out of the house

Just like that.

It’s a tit for tat rap.

So, hug Betty Blue,

To say I love you

Betty Blue.

You look cute,

For an old lady

To boot

Me a shoe,

To boot,

Me a house of love & joy

Not coy.

Not of betrayal & hate

But love Ms. Betty Blue as of late,

Not to hate,

But to love

All,

Respect,

Love,

Freedom.

I once knew an old lady

That lived in a shoe.

This was a nursery rhyme

From another time.

The old woman had so many shoes,

She did not know what to do.

She invited the neighbors into her home,

Then she gave the shoe to the neighbor who was alone.

No one cared as she sat in her Zoom,

Playing on zoom.

I wear a boot,

From betty blue,

Two boots, dark black,

With spider webs that wrap

Around the boot as I walk out of the house

Just like that.

It’s a tit for tat rap.

So, Hug betty blue.

To say I love you

Betty Blue.

You look cute,

For an old lady

To boot

Me a shoe,

To boot,

Me a house of love & joy

Not coy.

Written by

Vicki Lawana Trusselli

copyright 2025

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