The odd sock Poetry Contest Sponsored by Natasha L Scragg 04/07/24
Once we were a matching pair, some days we’d get downbeat as we both couldn't abide the stench of sweaty cheesy feet! Our male owner would pop us in the washing machine with warm soapy suds we’d soon smell fresh and clean But now my ‘sole mate’ has gone missing and I am bereft I was worn on the right foot, and he was worn on the left Our owner removed the washing machine gasket then checked the tumble drier and laundry basket Alas my companion is still missing, life just isn’t fair a single sock is useless, and I’m filled with despair So my owner’s sock stock has now been depleted and with my partner gone I’m feeling de-feeted! What use is one sock, maybe one day I’ll be ‘heeled’ if the sock monster’s secret stash is suddenly revealed! So for now I am consigned to the back of a drawer with other odd socks and I'm sure there’ll be lots more!
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