Missing Sock
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version two:
Missing Sock
We had runaways before,
socks escaping the dryer.
"It's just a sock," my wife said
when my favorite twins
separated. "Why mourn
a piece of fabric?"
How could she understand?
She had never read Neruda's
Ode to Socks.
And weren't they woolly socks,
perfectly paired
for winter's hard floors?
Remember when my favorite socks
warmed to your feet, darling,
on a frosty night?
Besides, how could I not worry?
How could a single sock
survive on its own?
Who adopts a single sock?
Sadly I slipped the sock
left behind into a drawer,
where she waits even now
for her partner's return,
weary from his wandering,
ready to cling to her
once more.
version one:
Missing Sock
We had runaways before,
socks escaping the dryer.
"It's just a sock," my wife said
when my favorite twins
separated. "Why mourn
a piece of fabric?"
How could she understand?
She had never read Neruda's
Ode to Socks.
And weren't they woolly socks,
perfectly paired
for winter's hard floors?
Remember when my favorite socks
warmed to your feet, darling,
like cats rubbing
their scents on you,
claiming you?
Besides, how could I not worry?
How could a single sock
survive on its own?
Who adopts a single sock?
Sadly I slipped the sock
left behind into a drawer,
where she waits even now
for her partner's return,
weary from his wandering,
ready to cling to her
once more.
Missing Sock
We had runaways before,
socks escaping the dryer.
"It's just a sock," my wife said
when my favorite twins
separated. "Why mourn
a piece of fabric?"
How could she understand?
She had never read Neruda's
Ode to Socks.
And weren't they woolly socks,
perfectly paired
for winter's hard floors?
Remember when my favorite socks
warmed to your feet, darling,
on a frosty night?
Besides, how could I not worry?
How could a single sock
survive on its own?
Who adopts a single sock?
Sadly I slipped the sock
left behind into a drawer,
where she waits even now
for her partner's return,
weary from his wandering,
ready to cling to her
once more.
version one:
Missing Sock
We had runaways before,
socks escaping the dryer.
"It's just a sock," my wife said
when my favorite twins
separated. "Why mourn
a piece of fabric?"
How could she understand?
She had never read Neruda's
Ode to Socks.
And weren't they woolly socks,
perfectly paired
for winter's hard floors?
Remember when my favorite socks
warmed to your feet, darling,
like cats rubbing
their scents on you,
claiming you?
Besides, how could I not worry?
How could a single sock
survive on its own?
Who adopts a single sock?
Sadly I slipped the sock
left behind into a drawer,
where she waits even now
for her partner's return,
weary from his wandering,
ready to cling to her
once more.
Re: Missing Sock
Bob---
lot's of fun. sophisticated humor. smooth writing and an even smoother conclusion.
not so crazy about the cat lines...maybe the toe and heel color---the stamp that says pure cotton of Angora, Spain...etc...
bernie
lot's of fun. sophisticated humor. smooth writing and an even smoother conclusion.
not so crazy about the cat lines...maybe the toe and heel color---the stamp that says pure cotton of Angora, Spain...etc...
bernie
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Re: Missing Sock
Thanks, Bernie....I'll remove the cat lines....glad you had fun with this...best
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Re: Missing Sock
A familiar tale of the lost sock,
but so funny,
enjoyed throughout.
How can one sock survive on its own, it is doomed.
Losing a favourite sock is even worse,
especially a favoured thick woolen sock in winter,
how sad is that.
Well done
Frank.
but so funny,
enjoyed throughout.
How can one sock survive on its own, it is doomed.
Losing a favourite sock is even worse,
especially a favoured thick woolen sock in winter,
how sad is that.
Well done
Frank.
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Re: Missing Sock
Thanks, Frank...lol... your response is funny
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Waits for her partner's return.
I enjoyed reading the poem, especially the above line.
Good write, Bob.
Hope you get back the missed sock soon.
I enjoyed reading the poem, especially the above line.
Good write, Bob.
Hope you get back the missed sock soon.
meenas17
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Re: Missing Sock
Thanks, Meena... I’m getting worried... thinking of joining a support group
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Re: Missing Socks
Bob this is very gentle and easy to warm to.i believe when we get to heaven, our mateless socks
will be there to greet us.
will be there to greet us.
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Re: Missing Sock
Thanks, Ken. That’s very comforting, but if single socks are like ex-wives, then I’m not counting on loyalty!
Re: Missing Sock
This made me smile, Bob. This happens to everyone! Last week I've never been able to find the lost socks, but last week found one of my husbands in the filter of the tumble dryer - no wonder it didn't work!
A great read, full of humour.
Eira
A great read, full of humour.
Eira