Pirouetting Socks! Poem by Jacqueline Williams

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!