Response poem to Sauce Box’s delightful Sockatory
are starting to pile up
one by one
in the top dresser drawer.
They are starting to crowd out
much more sensible
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
14 thoughts on “Secret Life of Socks”
Love the socks!!
They are the type of socks that would be in my collection
Mine too, 😊☺
You’re my morning coffee smile today! So clever, and what a delight. Will reblog for you.
So glad you enjoyed this
Reblogged this on AreMyFeetOffTheGround and commented:
So clever and delightful.
I have a problem with socks too, I’m not sure whether its the washer or dryer that eats one of a pair!
I usually just assume that they are in an alternative dimension with my missing Tupperware lids
Love! And identify.
Thank you– it was a lot of fun to write
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