can't think of a time I haven't worn socks.
my favorite ones have small cute guinea pigs.
pink pig socks keep my feet covered on walks-
I can stay safe from my feet's little wigs.
puffy socks, fuzzy socks, I have them all,
and they often fall off my feet at night.
but sometimes they slip and cause me to fall,
but I am still young so 'no, I'm alright!'
do socks make me toss and turn in my sleep?
no! that's stupid! who do you think you are?
but losing socks in the dryer makes me weep-
maybe I think of them often... bizarre...
can't think of a time my socks let me down,
except when they're old and rip- then I frown.
YOU ARE READING
The Road to Paradise
PoetryThis book has a bunch of poems that have bits and pieces of my life in them. I write whatever comes to mind, and it usually makes sense. But everything has a hidden meaning. Of course, some of it is random, but it all comes together (plus I like to...
