Cory Long Poet Rhyme

Socks

I'm constantly replacing socks.
I can never find a mate.
It's amazing how quickly they disappear.
One minute you have a pair,
and  the next  minute one has walked off
Knowing they made it to the washer.
Wondering if the dyer ate them?
We'll never know what happened to the socks
For they never come back.

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Elizabeth Wesley June 17, 2011 at 8:20 AM I wear what's left whatever the colour. Loved the poem, haven't we all had them eaten up.

Robert Johnson June 6, 2011 at 12:09 PM Socks, socks, what can you do? One minute they're a pair, the next, they're no longer two. I guess I should be grateful, I don't really know this plight. Holes in the toes and worn out heels seems to be my endless fight.

Carolyn Devonshire June 5, 2011 at 1:35 PM Those dadgum dryers eat socks like crazy, Cory. I wrote a similar poem a while back and had the socks falling down the rabbit hole with Alice in Wonderland. I am so careful when I do laundry, but still socks disappear! Enjoyed your witty poem. Love, Carolyn

Kacey Greenlee June 5, 2011 at 9:12 AM Yes,I often wonder the same thing Cory.What does happen to our socks?This is very funny stuff.And thanks for dropping by to read my stuff as well.Have a great day love.Kacey

Andrea Dietrich June 4, 2011 at 11:30 PM so true so true. I wrote about this a long time ago too.I said gremlins were taking them out of the dryer at night . heehee

Linda-Marie Sweetheart June 4, 2011 at 5:14 PM cool one and uplifting too cory.. today I bought about 12 new pairs of socks for exactly the same reasons u wrote luv..haha..

Don Johnson June 4, 2011 at 2:05 PM socks sidestep to the sockdimension, in order to get away, they tire of carrying our suspension, don't like the smell they say, who cares for the undersock:) hey great verse babe, Don

Faizah Spence June 3, 2011 at 8:11 PM Cute poem...you are so right! hahaha

Francine Roberts June 2, 2011 at 8:16 PM dryers eat them!! cute poem Cory