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A centipede went to a shop
    To buy a set of shoes.
The salesman showed him many pairs
     But which ones did he choose?

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'Wellingtons?'  'I don’t think so.
    My legs are very short.'
'Football boots?'  'Not suitable!
     I don’t play any sport.'

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'Trainers?'  'Would they make me move
    Along at a fast pace? 
I’m sure you know that centipedes
      Especially like to race.'

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The salesmen brought a lovely range
     Of shoes of every kind. 
The centipede was quite confused
     With so much on his mind.

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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.

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You’d find it hard to choose some shoes
     To fit a hundred feet –
Shoes which matched, were practical,
     But also looked quite sweet.

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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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