Naughty Woolen Socks

blanket like clouds rolls westward
naughty woolen socks on floor
midnight eyelids make a grab
now thief has cold feet

11/7/2020
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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De Beaulieu Avatar
November 9, 2020 at 11:32 AM
Hello Kim, someone has no scoks and the feet are cold. Enjoy your day my friend. hHugs.
Buhagiar Avatar
November 8, 2020 at 10:09 PM
Days are always getting colder. ~~
Rodrigues Avatar
November 9, 2020 at 4:38 AM
Our weather flip flops all the time. God bless you, Victor.
Proxenos Avatar
November 8, 2020 at 9:21 AM
A fun poem Kim, with a lot of thought projected - lovely write and very creative. Blessings and hugs, Jennifer.
Rodrigues Avatar
November 8, 2020 at 10:19 AM
Thank you, Jennifer!
Faulkner Avatar
November 8, 2020 at 7:47 AM
I can relate, getting up in the middle of the night and my bare feet hitting the cold floor - that'll wake you up fast!
Rodrigues Avatar
November 8, 2020 at 10:19 AM
For sure! Ouch...
One Avatar
November 8, 2020 at 7:11 AM
Oh lol... Clever and funny.
Rodrigues Avatar
November 8, 2020 at 10:19 AM
Thanks, sweet friend.
Fowler Avatar
November 8, 2020 at 6:29 AM
Ha! Cute one Kim. :) Linda
Rodrigues Avatar
November 8, 2020 at 10:18 AM
Thanks, Linda!
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