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| You all know that we're silly about socks but who knew some of our customers were totally sock crazy too?! Check out some fantastic poems sent in to us by our beloved sock-worshipping customers! |
| A Poem by "The Phantom SOCKSHOP Rhymer" (A happy SOCKSHOP customer)
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A Poem by Jean Grace (a SOCKSHOP customer who enjoyed our leggy poem) At down scroll I thought at first as I glanced |
| A Poem by Joyce Cottrell (a SOCKSHOP customer) 'Socks on the way.' I'm buying them now For next Christmas Day. It's a family ritual To include in each box One or two pair Of nice 'jazzy' socks! |
| A Poem by Roger Walton (a SOCKSHOP customer) My friend and I, we saw your Ad And OMG, weren't we glad To see such good stuff all on show We thought we'd buy some... Have a go! My friend and I, (we're not from Lauder) Just hoped that all would be in order We sent our "cash" via "Magic wire" And to the Pub we did retire My friend and I, at home once more Ventured out and did explore The Posties sack and letter-box And hoped that we would get our 'Lots' My friend and I were filled with glee When in the box our 'Lots' did see My friend and I, we received our socks and proudly wear them on our feet My friend and I. |
| A Poem by Alan Rigby (to be read quickly) I needed a pair I needed them quick I was off to a wedding Set out in a tick They have to be black To go with the suit Not thick red and thermal For under a boot Pull out a pair These look quite new Don’t think that Patrick And Sponge Bob will do They have to be plain Not patterned argyle I'm not playing golf I'm off down the aisle They have to be cotton And fit pretty smart That rules out Homer Lisa and Bart At last, here’s a black one Cotton and plain So why is it paired With one not the same Well if there is one There must be another Deep down in this drawer This sock as a brother Not just a brother An identical twin Exactly the same On the outside as in I'll find him, I’ll find him I'll search high and low I'll find the odd place Where all odd socks go He’s not in the drawer So the cupboards I fumble I rifle the baskets The washer and tumble I fall to the floor In a heap of despair Then I notice my foot The other ones there Already on With one not the same So I change the odd one For a black cotton, plain I arrive at the church Not a second to spare Like the bride and the groom My socks are a pair But as I look to the floor Down through the pews I wish I could say The same for my shoes |
| Leggy Poem Bare, grotty, legs was what we feared When our station Sock Shop disappeared Girly, silky, sexy 10 denier nylons Our favs, and now it seemed, definitely bygones Our boss, fed up, we would not leave our desks How can you PA with legs a mess? One last chance, we thought worth trying No good sitting here, moping and crying So we doubleyou, doubleyou, double you’d onto the net Cos our beloved, wonderful, tights we could not forget Please send us supplies, urgently, you heard us beg So we can again show off a shapely leg Ordered on Thursday, on Friday miraculously received Such brilliant efficiency, we just could not believe Two happy ladies, glam legs back on view We’re sending our love, and a huge ‘Thank You’!
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| A Poem Sent in by Teresa Coull (a SOCKSHOP Customer) My elderly friends were having a chat, - Just sitting and talking about this and that. One said to the other I don't know what to do, My feet are so cold and they've gone all blue. The other one said (cos she knew what to do), I think the Sock Shop's the place for you. They've got loads of tights in red, white and blue. Your feet will soon be a wonderful hue. The first one said - so where do I go? The second one said I can soon let you know. To Heathrow or Stansted - either will do. They both have a Sock Shop - just waiting for you. The first one said - that's so kind of you, But I really don't think it's a thing I can do. I'm well over eighty - it's a long way to go, And what if it's raining or falling with snow. I said to them both there's one thing I can do. I'll get on the internet and buy them for you. Will it be easy? they both asked of me. I said-come and watch me. You'll soon see. With no further ado I chose and I paid. She was ever so chuffed with the choice I had made. In two days time with no further ado The tights were here and her feet weren't blue. So the moral for all is - you know this is true No Heathrow or Stansted - the internet will do. The Sock Shop is ready and waiting to help With whoops of delight I know you will yelp. |
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A Poem Sent in by Matthew Peterson (a SOCKSHOP Customer) Do you have any sock poems? Email: |
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