Maisie Maisie

Maisie Maisie
Whose aching feet
Made her slip her shoes
Under her cinema seat
Because she had been
Feeling sad and worn
From a persistently bad
And throbbing corn
The lights arose
And here's the rub
Only one shoe
And an ice cream tub

Maisie Maisie
Never defeated
Just refused
To be de seated
Until the manager
On duty there
Lent our Maisie
His own spare pair
Of Winkle pickers
Whose pointed toes
Were each sporting
A suedette blue rose

Maisie Maisie
Fallen for his charm
Very soon walked
On his right arm
From the church
Into wedded bliss
And to think her corn
Was the cause of all this
What greater love
When a man shall chose
To lend a strange bird
His own spare shoes

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