Sam's Solutuion

Old Sam had carted nightsoil for a decade ‘round our town; A happy sort of chappy that let nothing get him down. He always found solutions to most problems in this life And went to no ends finding ways to rid himself of strife. Just like the time I found the note tacked to our outhouse door Along with one of hubby’s socks – sounds strange, but wait there’s more. It seems Sam’s eldest daughter had got in the fam’ly way And he’d convinced her darling beau there’d be a wedding day. A shotgun aimed strategically had helped persuade the lad And Sam convinced the young buck that he’d make a real good dad. The night before the wedding day Sam’s organised his suit, A singlet, jocks, shoes and socks, but felt a dopey coot. His sock drawer it was full alright, but none of them a pair And now he had to make a choice. What was he gunna wear? I’ll sleep on it - the old mate thought, but now it’s time for bed; He had to get some shut-eye for the big day just ahead. Sam had his run to do first up and much to his surprise He found upon our washing line a sight for his old eyes. A pair of socks that he could see would match one of his own And figured that he’d borrow one and treat it like a loan. And with another problem solved Sam scrubbed up pretty well; He gave the bride away that day and things went rather well. Of course he washed our missing sock, before he brought it back And told the story in his note, attached there with a tack.