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

Date: 6/17/2011 8:20:00 AM

I wear what's left whatever the colour. Loved the poem, haven't we all had them eaten up.

Robert Johnson

Date: 6/6/2011 12:09:00 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

Date: 6/5/2011 1:35:00 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

Date: 6/5/2011 9:12:00 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

Date: 6/4/2011 11:30:00 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

Date: 6/4/2011 5:14:00 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

Date: 6/4/2011 2:05:00 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

Date: 6/3/2011 8:11:00 PM

Cute poem...you are so right! hahaha

Francine Roberts

Date: 6/2/2011 8:16:00 PM

dryers eat them!! cute poem Cory