Drinking slowly through a straw
I accidentally saw
my coffee table - breaking out in spots.
While the spots were turning blue
the table grew and grew
and legged it down the highway wearing socks
Very much in haste
I got up to offer chase
of said table as it past before the Bank.
Bowler Hatted men denied
as it rushed before their eyes
saying... 'Really- Well... it has to be a prank.
Old Tom lumbered out his gate
Farms pork pie in hand he ate
as he pondered long and hard upon the fray.
Spotty table dances by
Tom had a twinkle in his eye
he'd never seen the likes in all his day
My chase was near it's end
as I scrambled round the bend
into a shop called 'Esmarelda's Frocks'.
And with music, fun and laughter
we remained there ever after
wearing Spots of Blue and Pirouetting Socks!
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