Crocs Poems - Poems about Crocs

My trauma wears Crocs

My Trauma Wears Crocs

My trauma wears Crocs—
bright yellow, with stickers peeling off.
It doesn’t care how serious you want life to look.
It clomps into therapy,
kicks its feet,
asks if there’s snacks.

It’s loud at the wrong time,
laughs when I’m crying,
sits beside me on the floor and says,
“We’re not going anywhere, are we?”

I thought healing would wear silk.
Turns out,

Crocs In Congress

The crocodiles are 
Not in swamp anymore; they
Are now in Congress.

The Animal Orphanage

Its the sight waft of rotting flesh
That first hits you
While the smartly dressed
Smiling warden ushers you in,
Through narrow turnstiles

There are rows of enclosures
A maze of them, a maze of the wild
Its like a snapshot of danger
A dangerous predator-laden savanna
Danger enclosed

Lions...
You will hear their shouting matches
Royal majestic roars
Like cage competitions
Even the females join in
While one stares

Socks and Crocs

I keep them by the door… The old red crocs
From a friend who had a sale at his store… Leftover crocs
At the front and the back and a pair at my daughter’s house… Dirty red crocs
I only use them to let the dogs out… The old red crocs

For inside, I have to keep my feet

Wearing Crocs To Office

Son wore fuzzy socks and crocs
Loved them for the comfort they gave
He would often say my shoe rocks
When torn new one he would crave

This went on even in teenage
Went to college wearing them
Never bothered like a sage
When teased a song he would hum

Wore them on the day of interview
Not bothering about what others say
Much attention

One Week Fuzzy Socks and Crocs Glamor

Challenged to feature fuzzy socks and crocs' personal combination 
I'm pleased to show my one-week imaginative fashionable creation.

With powder blue fuzzy socks on Monday
I am a tourist carried by aquamarine crocs to the bay. 

Tuesday morning invites me in pretty pink fuzzy socks
with fuchsia crocs for a trek along trail of rocks.

Boot-crocs warmed by gray

In Fuzzy Socks and Crocs

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 comfortable his crocs. How warm his socks.
He feels so good.

The Fresno Fuzzy Socks and the Chattahoochee Crocs

No-one knows precisely when the rivalry began; 
thirty-two the legend goes; eighteen or nineteen?
It's not clear, nor can it be confirmed.

Apart from once in fifty-nine
For reasons lost in time;
The Fresno Fuzzy Socks
And The Chattahoochee Crocs
Have squared off in heated competition 
every year.

The rules; written on a napkin
from the Rutabaga New Cafe, 
and framed by Fred

Dating In Socks and Crocs

I decide to take the plunge, internet dating is all the rage
My loneliness grows, I decide it’s time I try to engage 
I join several dating sites, cynical of what I may find
Hoping it’s someone sweet, who’s honest and kind

I write my profile and describe myself as stylish and chic
Smiling with a chuckle, right now

Fuzzy Crocs

As fashion statements go I fear his ‘T’ was rather shaky 
I wanna tap him on the back and bellow ‘Wakey wakey!’
What the hell you wearing boy, your T-shirt’s really stupid
A muscle car or superhero just might bring you Cupid

No one told me he was deaf so all he said was ‘What?’
Did you say you

Fuzzy Socks and Crocs

Puppeteer was what some say of this style.
Yet, what's wrong if it's my style for a while?

Crocs for cracks; some say with sure mockery,
Can mockery knock modern hosiery?

Some wear fur-lined like squirrels protruding,
When gardening, other squirrels squeaking...

Under tens wear. Their moms go hysteric,
Red, green, yellow - fashions very mystique...

Some wear with wet socks and walk

Fuzzy Socks and Crocs

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 socks 
Will make you proud
When you have 
A bite to

Fuzzy Socks and Crocs: Hideous

Sand flows much too quickly in that goldarn hour glass
I'm no spring chicken, but I'll have to take a pass
If a guy thinks he rocks
Wearing fuzzy socks and crocs
That nerdy look is just too dorky for this lass

I've had lots of men flirt with me throughout the years
But one dressed like that and I'd be

Fuzzy Socks and Crocs

There are sights that can give me a start-
silly things that turn cold my warm heart;
fuzzy socks and big crocs
is an image that blocks
me accepting them as looking smart!

And for sure, when are seen on a gent
sporting shorts, untucked shirt like a tent-
bony legs, bare and thin
propped by crocs, socks within,
for sure, adds to my

Fuzzy Socks and Crocs

I walked into a store one day
And fell in love with a pair of crocs
‘Twas my time to hang out loose
So crocs became my fun time shoes
But I had a secret, no one knew
What a whiff, when I opened my shoe!
I thought the holes would air those toes
It sadly brought on  stronger woes
How could

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