Missing Socks
their is something
very strange happening
in ireland today
definitely leprechauns
someone each night
keeps lifting
my socks
no matter
where i look
never can seem
to find them
i believe
they use them
as winter hats
the other day
i saw a sock
running through
the hawthorn bushes
now i make my plea
to the little people
please give me back
my socks
i am fast
running out
of pairs
i have
only a few
pairs left
you cheeky
little devils
Copyright © Liam Mcdaid | Year Posted 2014
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