I love slippers, don't you?
I love them so much (such sweet, homey things, especially in wintertime) that, the other day, I wrote a limerick about mine:
My slippers are wool and they're red.
When I sleep they sit next to my bed.
It really is neat,
How they warm up my feet,
In the morning while I eat jam and bread.
And I also wrote a haiku:
Slippers soft and red
On cold wood floors in winter
My feet are quite warm