Short Socks Poems
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this you must get
feet don't get wet
as you go
as it snow
from block to block
you don't toot
by
WINTER BOOTS AND SOCKS
A fox in socks
plays with a box
upon her head, she has gold locks.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Jan.12/2005
Form:
blanket like clouds rolls westward
naughty woolen socks on floor
midnight eyelids make a grab
now thief has cold feet
11/7/2020
SOCKS
letter from camp
Dear Mom, Achieved absolute efficiency. Can now put socks on from either end.
John G. Lawless
7/2/2016
SOCKS
Satisfied as a pair,
Oft caught cuddling.
Close knit.
Knotted together as one in marriage —
Symmetry of opposites.
3/24/2018
I take my shoes off
and roam only in my socks.
All my socks have holes.
Shaped like balls under the couch
Piled high behind the nightstand
Son’s socks find a home elsewhere
Just not in closets
Written on:04/19/2017
Gray Sins or dirty socks both have the same wind, nose or beak, imposing!
He smells the ..... You been told you been told you been told, he smells the socks!
mind or long
and had a tone
with a cleen
they also has a seen
some or green
also has
black white and blue
and other corlor too
i buy them
in a boxs
MY
SOCKS
Form:
Socks 2
Sucked into the vacuum
Outside the realm of bliss
Closeted in claustrobic tears
Knit stitch dropped, ladder falls
Solitary socks seek new pairing
3/26/2018
That's like saying the foul aroma
Could possibly put your brain in a coma
Disintegrate your socks
Near the back end of an ox
May even give you a case of glaucoma
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
We're the only ones that wear socks and shoes
Birds and animals don't, my mind is bamboozled
Animals walk a lot
But birds, not
Meanwhile, footwear makers profits ooze
his mate was lost during the rinse cycle
he got tossed into the unmatched basket
ten other socks gave him similar stories
none of their mates were ever found
they were tossed away as a result
a caterpillar went to a store to buy socks
‘I’m sorry sir, we don’t have that many in this store’
‘but I can order them and no charge for shipping’
that will be great said the caterpillar, sock it to me!
The first thing in the morning when I awake
Check if I'm breathing, then my overall state
Whether functional or not
Wearing undies and socks
That's all that matters or the cost of a steak
flower faerie with the striped socks is fine
We watched her bless our garden all down the line
The tulips loved her as did the daisies and the tiger lily.
Frankly said Marigold, her socks look rather silly.
One should never put socks in the toaster
The smoke will billow out and be quite a choker
And the smell... ouweee
Stinky poo... you'll see
Save yourself, run outside and suck in fresh air-ster
If your child's growing up right through their socks
Be not alarmed, the trend will eventually stop
Else there's really no telling
The size of a dwelling
You'd need or how much neighbours would gawk
Why do socks seem to disappear?
I can’t find a matching pair!
Not wanting to develop a syndrome
When anyone comments on my odd flair,
I retort with apparent savoir faire:
Yes I’ve another pair jus’ like’em at ‘ome!
Now I know how he got his name....
He can put an electric dryer to shame!
Dryers eats socks,
Socrates does pilfer....
I wonder what happens,
If I send him a bill 'fer
All my missing socks....
Would he sock me one?
Where do socks go
When the washer stops?
Where do they go
When the washer stops?
Through the laundry mist
They escape
One goes astray
And another lays motionless
In the laundry basket
Where do socks go
When the washer stop?
The day you begin to feel the cold,
Is the day you are starting to get old.
I couldn't bear anything on my feet,
But now I wear socks in bed and cover them with a sheet.
I always went naked to bed,
But now I wear pajamas instead.
Left sock, Right sock where have you gone,
little skooter kitty, up before the dawn,
Now my day has started,
my socks have all but parted,
little skooter took em'
to make his bed upon.
Inspired by:
"Keys Please?" by Francine Roberts
Skinned knees and darned socks
Hand me down clothes the lot
Playtime under the sun
Backyard cricket when the day is done
No need to be the best
Just join in with the rest
Go to bed dog tired
60s Summer time as we desired.
© Paul Warren Poetry