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Pot of Gold

I'm sure you've all heard the story
About the rainbow and the pot of gold
Well, you'll not find no treasure there
So, listen, to how this story unfolds

You see, I was standing there one day
When the rainbow touched the ground
Now, I didn't find no pot of gold
But let me tell what I had found

There were a bunch of tiny leprechauns
Just a sittin' around and chewin' the fat
So I slowly approached their village
And asked them where I was at

Well, they said that I was nowhere
A place that was in between
Somewhere that people talked about
But nobody has ever seen

So, I began to look around their village
And by now, I was in total shock
Because I had finally found the "pot of gold"
It was the "Land of the Missing Sock"

You see, those leprechauns were kleptos
But they would only steal one thing
They'd take our socks from our dryers
Just as many as they could bring

They said they just couldn't help themselves
They had even tried some therapy
But this addiction was just too strong
And so I guess, it was meant to be

So, I asked them,"If you're gonna rob our dryers,
Why only one sock, why not take two?"
They just laughed at me and answered,
"Cause then, we'd have to steal your shoes"

Well, that rainbow started to disappear
And the leprechauns all faded away
That was the last time I ever saw that place
But, I'll never forget that day

Now, that's the end of my rainbow story
I just wanted everyone to know
That somewhere at the end of the rainbow
Is the place those missing socks go
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The Missing Daughter

THE     MISSING     DAUGHTER



He worked near the Thames  
Engineering computer systhames 
And other electronic  ithames.
This  young man came from  Gloucester :  
Went out driving with his daughter,  but  loucester.
Seems his  car wouldn’t start  in Worcester
Cos his flat battery  needed  a   borcester .

Policeman said,  earlier that year in Szczecin*
She’d been  seen with cowboy  in a ten-gallon szczecson,   
Wearing  a hand-stitczed  czechered shirt in czurcz,  
And disrespectfully munching  Czech  czocholates.   
Was this the same guy she was  with
When she  was  visiting  in  Cadiz?

Months  later they met up with a Sioux in Saulte St Marie**
And they visited the  the  zioux  there,
Where  a young man tried to waulte  the girl,
But she  fled to  Arizona,  to Tucson. 
There,  the police failed to catch her : they arrived  tuc soon
Then she escaped  to Arkansas
Strangest case  of missing daughter  I ever  sas.
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NOTES
    
    * Ex-German city of Stettin,  now in Poland  and called Szczecin
 
 **  The entire Canadian population  knows that this town 
       is pronounced   “Soo-saint-maree”. 
       The  entire  US  population has never heard of the place.

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