Socks
During the day I do proudly walk. Because in my shoes are funny colored socks!
During the day I do proudly walk.
Because in my shoes are funny colored socks!
If I wear black, grey, or white I do balk.
I’d much rather have zigzags, stripes, or pink and purple spots.
Or curls and spirals with yellow polka dots.
Even ones that look like a spotted ocelot.
I don’t mind I wear them all, cause I like socks, not a little but a lot.
And my dresser drawer has plenty in stock.
When I cannot think or have writer’s block.
Time is moving slow, and it’s 5 o’clock.
Off come my shoes and I dance in my socks.
To hip-hop, pop, or classic rock.
Even concertos from Beethoven and Bach.
I slide down the hallway to Rock Around the Clock.
Maybe the Cha-cha-cha or the robot or moonwalk.
Out goes the stress and I have so much fun, but then I stop, and suddenly gawk.
Because uh oh it’s dark and 11 o’clock!
And when laundry day comes, I sit there in shock.
I think where are my pairs? I have only one sock.
Oh, how I wish socks were sold in pairs of three.
Because they seem to disappear don’t you agree?
Maybe I should keep them hidden safe with a lock!
About the Creator
Katlyn Campbell
Traveler. Teacher. Poet. Writer. Photographer.
Inspired by the places I've called home 🇺🇸🇮🇪🇰🇷🇬🇧🇮🇹🇫🇷
IG: @katlyn.campbell
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