Sans Socks

The day’s a little chilly (This touch of autumn rocks!) Yet I will not capitulate By putting on some socks. The sun is brightly shining, But on my bedroom floor My sandals wonder why they haven’t Made it out the door. Though technically, it’s summer, The temps did make me choose A pair of canvas loafers As today’s best pair of shoes. Yet still, I’m just not ready For my ankles to retreat. They’ll enjoy some last hurrahs, A celebration of de-feet!

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Maurice Rigoler

Date: 9/25/2019 12:30:00 PM

After spring my favorite season is autumn. For color foliage, apple picking, cider tasting, and several root vegetables autumn presages good eating – at least to me. It's winter's first blast of cold, snow and ice I hate, it means indoors most of the time. At my age I can't afford to slip on ice. / M

Trevor Mcleod

Date: 9/20/2019 1:12:00 PM

Great Write Ilene. Love the de-feet at the end. LOL Trevor

Paul Callus

Date: 9/20/2019 12:48:00 PM

This is lovely and witty all in one, Ilene. Autumn can be quite a tricky time of the year, especially where clothes and footwear are concerned! Here in Malta autumn is still like summer. Regards // paul

Gershon Wolf

Date: 9/19/2019 8:12:00 PM

Ha, ha! Those last two lines knocked my socks off, Ilene. :) gw

Rico Leffanta

Date: 9/19/2019 6:02:00 PM

Cute! So you have carpet in the bathroom? Aloha! Rico