I'm a sucker for these things. Here are three I really like.
Give me the gift of a grip-top sock, A clip drape shipshape tip top sock. Not your spinslick slapstick slipshod stock, But a plastic, elastic grip-top sock. None of your fantastic slack swap slop From a slap dash flash cash haberdash shop. Not a knick knack knitlock knockneed knickerbocker sock With a mock-shot blob-mottled trick-ticker top clock. Not a supersheet seersucker ruck sack sock, Not a spot-speckled frog-freckled cheap sheik's sock Off a hodge-podge moss-blotched scotch-botched block. Nothing slipshod dirp drop flip flop or glip glop Tip me to a tip top grip top sock.
The Leith police dismisseth us.
She stood on the balcony inexplicably mimicking him hiccuping and amicably welcoming him in.
It takes two beers for me to remember the grip top sock, three to forget it.