What Happens to Our Socks
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For The Odd Sock Poetry Contest
Gremlins come out in the night
on cold little feet,
searching through our houses for
places with some heat.
Some nights we do laundry, and
right before we sleep,
our clothes are put in dryers.
That’s when gremlins creep. . .
Creep inside that nice warm place
where we’ve put our clothes.
Then they sort through all our things.
What do you suppose?
Well, they love to find our socks
since their feet are cold!
And they grab a few of them,
or so I’ve been told!
Seeing not too well in dark
as those gremlins do,
they take mismatched socks and leave
us mismatched ones too!
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2024
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