The Man Who Invented Pockets
The man who invented pockets,
Never owned a bag.
The man who invented pockets,
Had really tiny hands.
The man who invented pockets,
Bought the patent in a flash,
so The man who invented pockets,
Was never short of cash.
The man who invented pockets,
Was a kleptomaniac,
The man who invented pockets,
Couldn’t carry everything back.
The man who invented pockets,
Had more things than a couple,.
and The man who invented pockets,
Had never learnt to juggle.
And so he invented pockets,
To remedy his cares,
And when he invented pockets,
He put them everywhere:
He wove them into carpets;
He built them into walls;
He put them onto kangaroos;
He lost some in the air;
He placed them into tables;
He slid them under doors;
He put them into houses;
And when he’d fitted them all,
He left some in his trousers
To keep his hands quite warm.
Copyright © Simon Cooper | Year Posted 2014
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