wishing rain would sod off
cant retrieve my socks
its so annoying i scoff
not getting my sports sox
they've been on the line
all blooming week
wishing weather was fine
now they've sprung a leak
every-time i go out it rain
wanting too retrieve my socks
it causes me so much pain
all i want are those sox
call me a wuss wimp the lot
but why should i get wet
for my white sports socks
if i'd retriever for a pet
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