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.
Categories:
sandalled, fun, humor, irony,
Form: Rhyme
What’s the problem do you suppose
With the English Male and naked toes?
It must be there deep in the mind
But every year you will find
Chalk white male legs on display
At the merest hint of a sunny day.
But try as hard as you might
there’s scarcely a naked toe in sight;
Perhaps they think the ladies shocked
At sandalled feet openly unsocked.
Ah, that’s the problem I suppose,
The effect on ladies of naked toes.
So in defence of modesty’s cause
We display our emotion just in doors;
there’s no place for man’s naked feet
On public display in an English street
Categories:
sandalled, humorous,
Form: Rhyme