The Odd Sock
Grandma knitted me and my brother,
he is blue and I am pink.
We fit snug in Sally's shoes,
off to school or to play we go.
Each week we get a warm bath,
then go round and round in the dryer.
Life was so much fun,
until my blue brother took off.
I sit all alone in Sally's dresser drawer,
now the odd sock out.
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2024
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