There's something thick and slimy,
It's down there in my welly.
It squidges and it sploshes,
And it's also rather smelly!
I should of checked it just before,
I plunged my foot straight in.
But I didn't; I feel stupid.
I'm not sure what I've stepped in!
And so I'm in a quandary,
I'm not sure I want to know,
What resides within my welly,
And is squishing 'tween my toes!
It feels so cold and squelchy,
Oh it's filling me with fear,
Of all the things that it could be,
And I'm too scared to peer!
It could be jam, it could be worse!
It could be mud or goo!
It could be almost anything,
Like week-old drool or glue!
Consumed with dread I peek inside,
Not ready for the shock!
And lurking deep within the dark?
Is a wet and stinky sock!
©2003 Gareth Lancaster
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