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There might not be time for a poem by Sir Archibald Von Poesy on tomorrow's show. but he's asked me to share one he's written for the show anyway. So here it is.
Do you know what I abhor? A messy sock drawer.
If I've not said it heretofore, let me close that open door.
Not to cause an uproar - but an unkempt sock drawer?
Why not leave them on the floor, or hang them on a sycamore?
Do you know what I abhor? A messy sock drawer.
If I've not said it heretofore, let me close that open door.
Not to cause an uproar - but an unkempt sock drawer?
Why not leave them on the floor, or hang them on a sycamore?
Your stockings you ignore, what else don't you care for?
You may think me a bore, a clumsy troubadour,
On a mission to restore some outdated esprit de corps.
But it's you I adore, in all your splendor!
For the sake of love I implore - I am begging on all fours! -
You may think me a bore, a clumsy troubadour,
On a mission to restore some outdated esprit de corps.
But it's you I adore, in all your splendor!
For the sake of love I implore - I am begging on all fours! -
Is it too much to ask for a tidy sock drawer?
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