That line I quoted earlier came from this poem by Joe Thomson:
CLOGS
“Clogs”, you will hear the young ones say,
the footwear from a bygone day.
Made from the elm and ash and such
and worn in Holland by the Dutch.
Now found in curio shops on shelves
along with garden gnomes and elves.
Cleaned and varnished they look a treat
they’ll ne’er be seen on modern feet.
Clogs the footwear of the masses
young folks, old folks, lads and lassies.
Made from leather with lacing holes
securely fixed to wooden soles.
The hated stiff leather, free from fankles,
hurt tender feet and chafed our ankles.
The iron cackered soles and heels
that clattered and banged like metal wheels.
The Wooden soles and polished leather
protected us in wintry weather.
In summer in the warmth and heat
we wore them on our calloused feet.
Shoes that were polished till they shone
succeeded clogs so long since gone.
Now wet or dry, in cold and heat
They all wear trainers on their feet.