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Fuzzy Socks and Crocs

I walked into a store one day And fell in love with a pair of crocs ‘Twas my time to hang out loose So crocs became my fun time shoes But I had a secret, no one knew What a whiff, when I opened my shoe! I thought the holes would air those toes It sadly brought on stronger woes How could I give up my nice red crocs? So I decided, and donned some fuzzy socks! I walked about town proudly Without the tension of people Whispering, what’s that smell? But when I had to remove my socks I used a peg, to plug my nose! So that I myself, would not gag I wrapped my crocs in a paper bag. 9.9.2021

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Christuraj Alex

Date: 6/9/2021 10:13:00 AM

Wow. Whisky? A beautiful fun-evoking poem.

Carol Mitra
Date: 6/9/2021 10:05:00 PM

Thanks Christuraj.....and if your having a Whisky, then cheers my friend :) I am glad you liked it.

L Milton Hankins

Date: 6/9/2021 9:00:00 AM

Oh my, what a perplexing problem! I loved your poem, but I decided I would avoid your feet like the plague. I'll bet you are thankful for the paper bag! Love it, Carol.

Carol Mitra
Date: 6/9/2021 9:47:00 AM

Ha ha.....I am glad you liked it :)