It used to roam land, towering then. To be guilty of it, is a mortal sin. In the age of ice, a mammoth’s friend. Hung to sleep. Tri-tipped? Depends.

Dogs can’t operate MRI machines, but . . .

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.