Best Socks Poems

* Written for my daughter, who really does have a precious pair of Little Yellow Socks.

Little Yellow Socks
       by Amy Swanson  12/5/2008

Little yellow socks
running down the hall
"Slow down with those socks on,"
I'd yell... too late, the fall!

Little yellow...

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When the Sabbath was over, (the woman) bought spices so they might anoint Jesus’ body. Very early on the first day of the week, just after sunrise, they were on their way to the tomb and they asked each other, “Who will roll the stone...

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Hand knit socks you are wonderful to me.
As I'm winding this soft wool yarn,
deciding, which needles to use,
I know you're going to be gorgeous,
cozy, and fun to wear socks.
Only the best wool for you, with
careful, hand wash, and lay flat to dry
cleaning instructions, befitting royalty.
Hand...

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The Day will come when you won't shift    
When being  "cool" is but a myth
Though now you may not understand 
For it won't happen til you're a man. 

Those dirty socks that mattered not 
Still smell of cheese and morbid rot...

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To town he goes in fuzzy socks and crocs.
Do watch him! See how proudly that he walks.
He likes the way that everybody gawks
as he strolls down the city’s many blocks.
He bets they’re thinking, “What a silver fox!”
Whereas THEY think his head is filled with rocks.
How...

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socks sidestep to the sock dimension,
in order to get away,
they tire of carrying our suspension,
don't like the smell they say,
who cares for the undersock:) hey.....Don Johnson...

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Fuzzy socks and crocs, oh my
Try some, buy some
Wear them high
Pair them, share them
To be nice
Take them home
For half the price

Crocs on socks are best displayed
When you lead 
A big parade
When your socks
Are clean and pressed
Other folks
Will be impressed

Wear your socks to beat the crowd
Fuzzy...

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I was sat on a rock adjusting my socks,
And what did I see, but a curious fox.
Who was most surprised, probably I,
So there we sat, both having a spy.

He cocked his head in a quizzical style,
I blew a little whistle, and gave him a smile.
His...

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Cotton fields
White to harvest
Untouched by red clay
Trash, sediment

Banked white snow
Fluffy
Not visited 
By neighborhood dogs

Right out of the pack
The scent of clean,
Soft cotton
Dry and warm

Slip one on, then two
Encapsulate the feet
Like clean silver fog
Coats each tree

Ten hours later
There's dirt, stink
Old shoe leather stains
Then tossed into hamper

No...

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A fox in socks 
plays with a box 
upon her head, she has gold locks. 

Copyright © Cynthia Jones 
Jan.12/2005...

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I'm glad to see that comin' back in chic,

   Are socks that I ain't worn in quite a streak.

      Argyle socks are now the rage!

          Even at my elder...

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AN APPETITE FOR SOCKS


We load up our washing machine,
With clothes that practically, weigh a ton,
But why is it when we put in a pair of socks,
And then open the dryer door, we only find one?

Our washer and dryer is like the Bermuda Triangle,
We always deposit...

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Sock it to me Baby

He strut like a proud peacock in his crocs 
Green they were, worn with lime shocking pink socks
He asked for a date
I said "no way mate"
"Only because I have no matching frocks."

He said he just didn't care what frock I wore
'Cause...

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At our house we had what was called an ‘odd sock drawer,
A place which the whole family could keep odd socks to store.

Quite often the matching sock was to be seen no more.
When the drawer became quite full Mum declared war.

She bought a sizable pack...

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I am a blue sock.
I'm the bluest sock there ever was.
There never was a bluer sock, because
I lost my loving partner by the lint-screen fuzz.

We worked together as a pair.
We lived a life of quiet pride. 
We'd protect those two feet - me and 
My...

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