another pome, of sorts


A pome by my son, when he was six.

Shepherds throwing their smelly socks about
One night in Bethlem shepherds are throwing their socks about.
At the sheep.
Oh the Shepherds are singing the song:
“Let’s throw our socks about, oh let’s throw our socks about.”
The socks hit Bethlem, the socks hit the sheep,
The socks hit the trees, the socks hit angles (sic).
Oh the Shepherds are…
Soon Bethlem and the outside will be destroyed.
© 2000 Thomas James Lear

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