Oh joy it time for bed socks
A gift of - why on earth
A lovely - can't be bothered
A not what they are worth
Oh joy a long soft present
A usual - can't have guessed
Of smiling urge to open
Too - now I am depressed
less novelty type of teacup
A desperate - they'll be chuffed
Of unwrap finding horror
Can't tell them - please get stuffed
Do try -They ask with longing
I shift upon my seat
Socks extra wide and comfy
are now peeled off my feet
A note to see the size chart
Oh joy- one size fits all
In whisper - no it doesn't
Unless your feet are small
OH who needs circulation
A laugh under review
I'll wear them for an hour
Till my legs turn bright blue.
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