A colour bright, a citrusy sphere, my rhyming debate often returns each year.

I might be a compliment, or an insult, depending on your outlook You can play with me and dress me as you please I’m often gifted to little girls

Crowned but not with jewels, ruling without a throne. Chess master on a square of sixty-four, moves with cautious authority.

The first part of the answer describes where you would use this footwear on

No hands I have, yet still I press, In moments thick with expectation’s stress.