One argyle, quite loud, with a diamond, no less, The other, a plain white, in a state of distress.
He moonwalked, he shimmied, with confidence bold, Oblivious to footwear, a story untold.
The ladies and subs all swooned, with hearts beating fast, Ignoring the socks, a fashion faux pas.
The subservient men, in the back, with mouths open wide, Whispered, “Socks, my dear fellow, a style where you should be the judge!”
So subscribe today, let my feet give you the nudge!