Socks Poems

murderous mittens and her side kick tiger socks

La la la, la-la-la, laaa-la!
La la la, la-la-la, laaa-la!

SO THE KITTY SAID TO ME,
MEOW MEEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW.
SHE SAID TIME TO FEED ME,
MEOOOWWWWOOOO.

MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
LIKE THAT OF A BANSHEE.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
SHE CALLS OUT TO ME.

MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
SCRATCHING AT THE DOOR.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW

Ginger in Socks

          there was a cat named ginger in s o c k s, 
                         who’d tap with a paw on the door.

Wearing Just Socks

I know a young lady, her name is Kim
Whenever I see her, she makes my heart grin

They call her a doctor but to me she's a friend
Whatever my ailment she knows how to mend

With every new visit, my symptoms take flight
She knows how to soothe me to remedy my plight

After all these decades finally found

The Smell of Burning Socks

It fell too fast.
What could they do?
It crumbled the walls.
Where could they hide?
They look up and see the gaze
of this spiraling eye with death inside.
Now all that’s left is a broken chair
never to see how it tilts and rocks.
A far memory of the lives we had
And the faint smell of burning socks.

Socks

Fresh and comfortable
They hug my tootsies
When I put them on to start my day
Walking with me every mile
[even when I stray]
Different colors
From ink wellers
Brighten each step
As I am headed out the door
I can even slide across the floor like Tom Cruise
They even hide in my shoes
Until it is refreshing to take them off
After a long

Mismatched Socks

I have three pairs of patterned socks,
With colors and designs
That vary in each duo 
Set on horizontal lines.

From triangles to hearts and dots
To checkerboards, as well
As numbers and some words,
But what they say I cannot tell.

Today I noticed, far too late, 
My socks are not the same.
Of course, right from the dryer,
Matching pairs had been

Winter Socks

Winter Socks

I see eye to eye with 
everything my 
thick winter socks want.

I Look at Trees

I
I look at trees and think about their births. 
I can say to myself by looking at a leaf, 
“You are an oak,”
or, “You are a Chinese pistache.”  
For this I feel proud, 
And this quirk is one that gives me a sense of joy, 
And the trees appreciate this; they listen.  

II

breakfast-making while high on testosterone

i've just been reliably informed that 
the manchester united dressing room was bugged
before their match at aston villa 
it is a shocking security breach 
but classic sci-fi can be a bit hit and miss
like my pancakes
but we soldier on 
we have tickets for the opera
as we still await to see on stage the essentials;
making a

who needs socks

running across stones (to see who could do it)
playing in the sand on beach 
walking through a creek

ODD SOCKS EVERYWHERE

ODD SOCKS EVERYWHERE! 
I wake up in the morning,
And  I don't know what to do,
I can only find odd socks,
This morning I have an interview!
There's some with characters,
But I can only find one, not two.
One Grinch, one Stitch,
My favourite (but there's only one) is Pikachu!
There's one in the washing machine,
One on the bedroom floor,
One

The Case of the Missing Socks

Dear Curious Youth

And inquisitive Sleuth

I present to you a quandary


A baffling report    

An enigma of sort

Whenever I do my laundry


It’s quite odd enough

That some certain stuff

Go missing before I’m through


Between warm, rinse and cold

Sort, hang and fold

I find one sock instead of two.


Despite diligent seeking

Specifically speaking

And searching high and low


And just to

Odd Socks Rock

I love my socks, all colours and design
The brighter the nicer, simply sublime 
Socks warm feet, cosy and snug as a rug
Fabulous for dancing the jitterbug.

Many times I find there’s holes in one sock
I wonder should I keep the odd one in stock
Do I throw the odd sock away, oh no
I wear odd socks and

I am a Blue Sock

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 hundred percent cotton bride. 

Did this life of duty bore

Socks Missing

         
        Whether regular or occasional,
         on daily basis or ceremonial
         throughout world, random uses of socks:
       

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