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An Ode To Paul's Socks
Open mic night at the Black Horse,
The cultural centre of Roos,
The music was flowing freely
The evening nice and loose.
I was at the front reciting
When I got a dreadful shock:
Our genial host and compere
Was wearing an unusual sock.
I managed to continue
Though it didn't take me long
To realise the makers had
Even spelled beetle wrong.
I tried to confidentially tell him
But you'd have thought the fault was mine
For he just sat there gently smiling while
Secretly giving me a very rude sign.
I recovered from my trauma
With a dose of the Possum Jones
Thinking with compassion that maybe
They were the only socks he owns.
For Christmas I'll maybe give him
An Asda voucher to be spent there
To get him sufficient pairs of hose
If he spends it with due care.
.
The cultural centre of Roos,
The music was flowing freely
The evening nice and loose.
I was at the front reciting
When I got a dreadful shock:
Our genial host and compere
Was wearing an unusual sock.
I managed to continue
Though it didn't take me long
To realise the makers had
Even spelled beetle wrong.
I tried to confidentially tell him
But you'd have thought the fault was mine
For he just sat there gently smiling while
Secretly giving me a very rude sign.
I recovered from my trauma
With a dose of the Possum Jones
Thinking with compassion that maybe
They were the only socks he owns.
For Christmas I'll maybe give him
An Asda voucher to be spent there
To get him sufficient pairs of hose
If he spends it with due care.
.
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An Ode To Paul`s Socks
An Ode To Paul`s Socks