Response poem to Sauce Box’s delightful Sockatory
Mateless socks
are starting to pile up
one by one
in the top dresser drawer.
They are starting to crowd out
much more sensible
granny panties
Disturbing the peace
with their weepy support groups
and speed dating nights
I am starting to suspect
that their missing mates paired up
and moved to a more tropical climate
or maybe Seattle
My single color anklets
appear to have run off with dashing ankle socks
Rumor has it that the missing purple Monet sock
was quite the cad
Were my missing socks bored with monogamy?
Or were they conflicting with much too similar mates
and just needed some space?
The mystery continues as my bras
consider interclothing dating
and communal living arrangements
but they acknowledge that socks are flighty lovers
who cannot be relied upon
Brave & Reckless 
So that’s what happens!? Thanks for de-toeing the mystery
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Sauce Box’s essay is much more clever but I needed to have a little fun and feed my sole (god I’m terrible at puns!)
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Puns are sort of inherently terrible and that’s part of what makes them funny 🙂
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Lol, this was awesome! The granny pantie bit made me chuckle 😂 nice job, and I’m glad I could inspire some creativity! 👍🏼👍🏼
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Thank you for gift of inspiration and happy to return the chuckle! I could have been more dignified but why!
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That was AWESOME!! Best poem about socks I have ever read. 🙂 Seriously, that was laugh out loud funny. Thanks for writing it.
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I’m so glad you enjoyed it! I was really inspired by Sauce Box’s clever piece.
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Great writing and imagery, thanks
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Thank you! This was great fun to write.
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😂😂 you just described my dresser drawers!
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I suspect we all have a mismatched sock drawer. I wish I was as bold as my kids, who don’t even bother to match socks.
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I live in flip flops but when i wear socks, they never match lol
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Mine match but I have a staggering collection of novelty socks. I like to think of it as my rebellion against adulthood.
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They r like a suprise in your shoes!
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Indeed!
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This is so cute! I loved it!
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Thank you– it was nice to unleash that part of my imagination.
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So… my socks are not soley interested and dependent upon my well manicured clean toes? They need…each other, not me? *gasp!*
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I am sure that they are very attached to your well manicured clean toes!
This train of thought; however, does make my brain go into overdrive thinking about the secret life of teenage boy’s sweat socks!
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They are begging to be put out of their misery.
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LOL! Alternately, I can picture them depressed and wearing clothespins on their noses and tiny earbuds. . .
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Who would’ve thought that’s what happened to all my socks. I am for the first time in a long time wearing matching mountaineering socks
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They must be the stable, mature type of socks, highly comfortable with you and each other.
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o now I know where you were when, I looked in the sock box for all i could see was coloer’s and no white
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Sneaky socks. . .
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I will never look at my sock drawer in the same way again! Very nice. But what are Monet socks?
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Those are awesome!
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And quite the ladies’ men. . .
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