Best Stockton Poems

There was a color blind man from Stockton
Who had great trouble putting his socks on
Which ones match
Head he'd scratch
Red and green confused this Anglo Saxon....

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The summers end was near
We smoked in the dockyard
And talked of the foe
Which even now came closer

They began to arrive
Bus loads of them
Black hearts in black shirts
But we were ready

They marched and we charged
They ran and we chased
The police to protect them
They withdrew in haste

We...

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