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!
And I’ll lie on concrete floors
Gathering strength
To climb onto silk sheets
Thinking about dropped beats
Fight off the sleep deprivation
To circle the block, check the house and the yard
And I think of your handwriting and the lines on your face and trace your back like a map to the place
Where it’s warm and it’s dry and it’s safe
Tucked away
Every day
And maybe there’s more than we’re given
But when I just sit criss cross and listen
I’m Mary, daughter, John on a mission
Knowing what I’m meant to
Feeling like He felt too
I ran into you last week
It felt like wearing wet socks
I would’ve asked to come home
Just to dry off
I want your carpet between my toes
And the door on lock
I’d thaw by your fireplace
You would make tea
We don’t have to talk
We could just blink
I’d leave before sundown, it wouldn’t get bleak
We don’t have to talk
We don’t have to speak
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.
Once upon a time, Rumple
Stein sat by the glowing fire
and called the children close.
"Tonight," he whispered with
a wicked smile, "I will tell you
about the Dust- Gnasher."
This creature has skin like old
parchment and razor- sharp fingers
long enough to wrap around the
mattress.
It waits in absolute silence,
completely flattered beneath
your dark bed frame all night
long.
The moment the bedroom
lights click off, its yellow eyes
pop open in the shadows.
It listens for the sound of
deep breathing to know you
are finally fast asleep.
Then, it slowly slides out to
sniff the air, looking for tiny
bare feet hanging off the edge.
If you leave a toe uncovered,
it's cold, bristly tongue will
give it a tiny bite.
It loves to steal loose socks
and chew on plastic toys with
its full, clicking teeth.
"So tuck your blankets tightly
tonight," Rumple chuckled,
"because it is listening right
now."
I have a whimsical patience.
I just have to untangle the slithering awkwardness.
Because I have trusty sludge in my pocket.
I shift through different time zones.
Hopeful.
Reliant as the splotches hissing on my arms.
Untangled.
Like eating old socks, they promised.
They taste as good as taffy.
But that’s just my whimsical patience.
Rustic.
Just like eating the weirdest stuff.
And no after dinner mint ever.
There was a pink fox
That had a thing for socks
And he'd always find a way
To obtain socks
When he's off his rocks.
He would take one sock a day.
In his wicked mind
Of the humorous kind
He liked to split the pair.
He'd anticipate
The way it would frustrate
The people letting them air.
So if you put them on the line,
Get them in on time
For when the day falls dusk,
He'll tiptoe on your lawn
Like a crazy fawn
And take one, cause he must!
The pink fox likes to plot
With the brain he's got
Methods and tricks and more.
He'll sneak into the laundrette
Disguised as a pet
And pinch odd socks galore!
He ventures through clothes shops
And he rarely stops.
For each paw he will take one.
Then in his den he will compare
How they match his fur,
His private cat walk just for fun.
He belly aches with laughter
For he discovers after
That his mischief is all over media.
Who is this pink fox
That has a thing for socks?
And they have no idea!
I started to fold my socks like you.
What for? I don't know,
Some desperate craving to be closer to you
Or the things in your life.
(I folded your laundry once.)
For months after,
I hurt every time I did my laundry,
Nestling one sock over another in a
Simple natural pair.
(Or maybe, you folded mine.)
As I,
Inconceivably,
For some reason,
Continued.
I don't know when I stopped.
But it's funny, now,
Sitting cross-legged on the ground
With one soft cotton sock in each hand,
I can't seem to remember how it went.
Banana socks,
There is no more in stock,
The name gave me a shock,
So I bumped into a rock.
Ketchup shoes,
I have no time to lose,
This thing gave me a bruise,
I hate my ketchup shoes.
Hot dog sun-hat,
Everybody likes that,
It looks good on my cat,
It takes it off on the mat.
Cheetos headband,
It fell on the sand,
It is very grand,
You can't buy it you can't
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
sink full of dishes
rubbish bin overflowing
damp clothes filter through ~
chaos and stars rise
sellotaped window gives smile
Sirius does too ~
dance one step at time
upheaval rises to laugh
floral socks threadbare ~
peanut butter bread
ants eat crumbs while pen cold waits
cracked chaos chortle ~
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.
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 MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
SHE DEMANDS FOR MORE.
UPON THE WINDOW SILL,
MEOW MEEOW MEOW MEEOW MEEOW!
SHE SAID CHASE ME STILL,
MEOOOWWWWOOOO, WILD AND PROUD.
here kitty kitty kitty
pretty pretty princess
here kitty kitty kitty
pretty pretty princess
(kitty)
Laaaaa, la-la-laaaa, laaaa laaa!
Wooohhh-laaa, laaa-la-laaaa!
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
SCRATCHING AT THE DOOR.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
SHE DEMANDS FOR MORE.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
THE KITTY QUEEN OF NIGHT.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
HER VOICE A BANSHEE’S CRY.
Laaaaa, la-la-laaaa, laaaa laaa!
Wooohhh-laaa, laaa-la-laaaa!
there was a cat named ginger in s o c k s,
who’d tap with a paw on the door.
with fur ginger and white,
he was quite the k n i g h t,
but..... still liked to sleep on the floor.
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 a new doc
Who makes me feel comfortable wearing just socks
('twas I just wearing socks... not the doc)
I'll gladly recommend her to everyone I know
My resistance to doctors I sure did outgrow
So next time I'm fevered or feeling some pain
Even though quite minor like a bump or a sprain
I'll make an appointment and really toute suite
Visiting Doctor Kimberly is surely a treat
She'll fix me up quickly she'll fix me up fine
Three cheers for Kimberly this new doc of mine
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.
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