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Socks. It is now seven o'clock Sir, Yes seven of the clock, And I have got a hole Sir, right in my left sock. My socks are coloured blue Sir, plain ordinary blue, If I had some money Sir, I'd buy some socks brand new. Now my socks keep me warm Sir and they cover my big feet, But to have a sock with a hole Sir, now that is not very neat. They have new socks in the shops Sir, in the shops they have new socks, There is me without a penny Sir, In fact I'm on the rocks. Now if the Lady down the road Sir, would give me some blue wool, I would mend the hole in my sock Sir and that would be quite cool. It is very embarrassing Sir, just to have one hole, I am determined to get another Sir, for one is just too droll. I could take off my socks Sir, then of course my shoes, I might even be in the papers Sir, in fact just make the news. © Bernard Shaw [log in to unmask] http://members.chello.at/bernard.shaw/poetry.html http://www.postpoems.com/members/bern/