Socks!
Socks again for this
year
I'd much prefer some
wine or beer!
Socks - they seem to run
away
They never seem to want
to stay!
And very soon they get
divorced -
Go their separate ways
of course!
So many old socks in the
odd -sock pile
To pair them up will
take a while.
And before my mince pies
Different colours, lengths,
designs
Just cannot find – no surprise
Not a pair in one size!
There are cats, owls,
days of the week,
Those were bought from a
dear boutique.
I've looked so very far
and wide
To see if one has
strayed outside.
There on the path from
the last launder
Clothes turned slightly
pink I ponder!
The psychedelic circle
designs
Still hanging on the washing line!
Checked inside the
tumble drier
Sticking together to
conspire!
It seems they always
disappear
And now it's really
become quite clear!
And where's the pair my
aunty knitted!
She sat there day after
day committed!
One's gone astray, hate
to admit it
They're the socks that
nicely fitted.
Looked high and low for
feet accessories
But they remain one of
life's mysteries!
The bigger socks, the
blue and red
Have vanished from both
my men's legs!
The grey type is no
longer matched
And many others are not
attached.
I've been looking
everywhere -
It seems they've
vanished into thin air!
So yet again, Christmas
this year
I've new footwear coming
out of my ears!
They will part in time I
know for sure
And for now, Christmas
has become a bore...
Copyright Linda
Lawrence
December 2021
