There stood poor Roland in his socks
(A face that speaks I know not of wot)
How could this wretched tragedy
disturb such a poor fellow’s physiognomy
Even Brer Rabbit in the jury box
Shares with R a look of shock
For being guilty of penury
Cold stale toast, an empty Cup-o-Tea
What can YOU DO
to help poor R the most?
Why send him quickly
a heart-felt Socks-Post!
Friday, 6 April 2007
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