Socks
Brick, Brack, brock!
I wish I had a sock.
Not just one or three,
Thanks!
That's just not for me.
I want to have two.
Two socks in my drawer.
Not in the floor,
Or in the dryer.
Not in folding,
Or out for hire.
Two socks that fit my feet,
I would prefer the same color, just to be neat.
Although I have known socks,
I'm sure you can find one pair,
Out of forty-two.
The last excuses that I heard were,
"the washer died them a wicked shade of pink".
That stinks!
Or the one you would call,
"the day the dryer went on the blink",
Ate all my socks,
Except a stripe, polka-dot, and pink!
I don't ask for much for my poor feet,
Just two socks.
Just to be neat.
Copyright © Kim Stone | Year Posted 2022
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