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One or two, old and new.
These socks don't have any clue.
They keep me warm day and night,
and hang to dry in morning light.
Wind and rain come out and play.
Dear old socks got swept away.
It was my washer; drank them down.
Those are my socks, I pout and frown.
Sailing high on wind and wing,
[un]lucky socks, my words will spring
to the clouds, here I howl:
Missing socks, come home right now!
But my socks, they don't listen.
Wet and cold with rain-drops glisten.
From the sky to the gutter,
coloured wool falls with a flutter.
Blown away in a rushing wave,
my poor lost socks none will save.
Now to find a new cozy pair,
please don't flee; I've none to spare.
These socks don't have any clue.
They keep me warm day and night,
and hang to dry in morning light.
Wind and rain come out and play.
Dear old socks got swept away.
It was my washer; drank them down.
Those are my socks, I pout and frown.
Sailing high on wind and wing,
[un]lucky socks, my words will spring
to the clouds, here I howl:
Missing socks, come home right now!
But my socks, they don't listen.
Wet and cold with rain-drops glisten.
From the sky to the gutter,
coloured wool falls with a flutter.
Blown away in a rushing wave,
my poor lost socks none will save.
Now to find a new cozy pair,
please don't flee; I've none to spare.
15/10/2014
UPDATE: Eight more lines added to the end of this poem. I'd didn't feel complete. Now I hope it is. 
A short and silly poem about socks of all things.
I started writing this poem this morning, before taking my son to school, and finished it on the bus into the city. Believe it or not, looking down at my pink and white toe-socks inspired this little gem. 
As always, comments and critiques are always welcome.
I do hope this silly poem makes you laugh or smile, and reminds you that life can't always be taken so seriously. This is ironic coming from me because I'm often so serious [my son thinks I am ] or a grouch. 
Especially if I'm tired and need caffeine. 
But I digress. 
Have a nice day/night readers and fellow Deviants!
UPDATE: Eight more lines added to the end of this poem. I'd didn't feel complete. Now I hope it is. A short and silly poem about socks of all things.
I started writing this poem this morning, before taking my son to school, and finished it on the bus into the city. Believe it or not, looking down at my pink and white toe-socks inspired this little gem. As always, comments and critiques are always welcome.
I do hope this silly poem makes you laugh or smile, and reminds you that life can't always be taken so seriously. This is ironic coming from me because I'm often so serious [my son thinks I am ] or a grouch. Especially if I'm tired and need caffeine. But I digress. Have a nice day/night readers and fellow Deviants!
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