A centipede went to a shop
To buy a set of shoes.
The salesman showed him many pairs
But which ones did he choose?
“Wellingtons?" "I don’t think so.
My legs are very short.”
"Football boots?" "Not suitable!
I don’t play any sport.”
“Trainers?" "Would they make me move
Along at a fast pace?
I’m sure you know that centipedes
Especially like to race.”
The salesmen brought a lovely range
Of shoes of every kind.
The centipede was quite confused
With so much on his mind.
He thought of all occasions and
What shoes would go with what.
He wanted shoes for when it rained
And for days when it was hot.
You’d find it hard to choose some shoes
To fit a hundred feet –
Shoes which matched, were practical,
But also looked quite sweet.
To help him choose, he used his phone
To give his Mum a call.
She said “I think what you should do
Is to buy them one and all.”
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