The leather bandits are at work again.

My tatty bojangles feet clothes,

protect me from the ground devil,

Bone, skin, cotton, leather

the shoe,

but what is a shoe?

Yes all those things, but not that timothy.

i once owned a shoe, an swedish clog.

crafted by the town cobbler,

Winkleton Jones his name,

his wife a human lampost,

the morale of this reading monogram. stop. 

Is that a shoe is always a cheese 

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