To Sock Or Not To Sock
He wore his desert wellies
With suitably besocked feet
As he strode manfully along
The rain driven wet street.
Britain in the summer time,
Ten climates in one day,
So the British stiff upper lip
Really is the only way
To extract maximum enjoyment
From such a variable clime
And to spend hours pondering
Is just a waste of time.
So we wear our Desert Wellies
Ensuring we’re not being rude
By appearing on the street
With feet that are nude.
A man can maintain his dignity
Ensure his social stock
So long as each sandalled foot
Be modestly clothed in sock.
Copyright © Terry Ireland | Year Posted 2024
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