Socks
They cover your soles
your heels
and your toes
and they render you dressed
when your ankles are exposed
your shoes can stride forth
with an elegant air
and your turn-ups can flap
with a devil-may-care
‘cause your feet are now swaddled
in a pair of pure wool
and are identically matched
in a delicate blue
with a column of ducks.
Copyright © Rory Galbraith | Year Posted 2023
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