Dryer Socks
Limerick
My socks were skittish going into the dryer-
That sketchy bastard always conspires
To covertly devour one of the pair
Leaving the solemate in despair…
Now pairing socks and the situation is dire.
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night– I’m humbly one of the many vessels they use to come to life.
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lol. That's great. And oh so true.
Good one!
humorous wordplay in the poem adds an entertaining and relatable touch to it.👌👌👌👍