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Brogues are best (Free verse) by Stephen Robins

The attire for feet of aspiring rogues, The inimitable comfort of Church's brogues, Perfectly designed for pleasurable walking, What else would you choose to stalk in? Best worn with tweed and never morning dress, Take them off last when you undress, Brown at the weekend, black in the club, A verucca brogue to be worn, alone, in the tub. Treat your brogues as you would a young lady, Use a shoe horne and slide in them gently, Pay particular care to the state of the heel, Lest you come undone in Church when you kneel. No loafers for me, nay, nor your boots, For only a true gentleman knows when one shoots, One will appear as a parvenu, Unless one has a pattern 'pon the front of one's shoe.

Fraser Allonby Q.C. 5-Oct-04/4:24 AM
The pattern's no mightier than the "Welly"
But the brogue's fetid leather is far more smelly.
As for the cad in red poulaines?
Cast him to the gaol in chains!
He's a silly apish jester
Whose shoes allow his corns to fester.
He knows well no man of brains
Would ever wear his foul poulaines
Except perhaps the mummified remains
Of the foppish Maynard Keyes:

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