They come in pairs, but are soon separated.
One or two hide out under my bed,
another gets lost in the laundry bin,
and another ends up in the shed.
(how did it get there?)
One of them is doomed to meet it's end
as a cat toy or chewed by a pup,
another gets used for a cleaning rag
for wiping a greasy mess up.
(sometimes paper towels just won't do.)
there is always one that gets a snag,
or a hole in the end of the toe,
but they always leave a widowed mate
so you won't forget them, you know?
Author notes
goodness glaciers
Written April 19th, 2004
In a list
A contest entry
- Are you good enough? Can you write about ANYTHING? by KaseyL.
300 points, ended April 27, 2004, 23 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
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This was pretty funny and it's so true. Socks...ahh the torture they go through.....good job.
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Very cute poem. A nice light read. You did an excellent job of capturing the "life" of socks. Even saying that makes me laugh. Good job.
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Lol this is such a cute poem the flow is great and I love the ending you did a great job keep it up!!!!!!!!!!
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lolol.. had to read this one especially because of my latest little "challenge". I think you've said allt here is to say about the disappearing socks.. lol... I've got many of those, too bad the mis matches didn't make pairs
I enjoyed this write and the giggles that it gave to me. Great flowing poem with the right amount of rhyme. Best of luck to you in the contest!! Keep writing 
~Aimee
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not me, I'm a terrible slob. It comes from 41 years of bachelorhood
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hi tahuti hotep
nice poem
really liked the aside at the ends of the first two stanzas.
didnt like the line
'for wiping a greasy mess up'
seemed a tad too contrived.sorry
and yes, my socks too (except the bed bit lol and that's only cos I am inherently fussy).
and why is it just one that has a hole in it? (sigh)
Nice little entry. Good write -
Kind of funny
The personification in the last verse is possibly the most humorous part of the entire poem. And the pic of feet finally has some resonance...I see that border so often in poems about love, but sockless feet speak to me. What does this reflect about the relationships between couples? Is there really some need to be remembered, even if it is only through your partner? But socks, as soon as they hit the laundry are mixed up, and re-paired---kind of like the Greek Baths on a human level. -
I was starting to wonder why so many poems about socks were around at the mo... it's cos of a contest of course! I have a poem about socks but its a prewrite so I can't enter
Anyway, good work! You pick up on sock-issues that hold a great deal of interest to me i.e. the lost socks, where do they go? -
Ah yes... here at college Ive had so many people steal one of my socks... Every time I wash my clothes I end up with one sock missing or Ive collected someone elses that theyve left... poor lonely socks.
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