Poem Hunter
Sock It To Me
(August 4th,1926 / New York City)

Sock It To Me

One and one is two
Of that there is no doubt
We hold it to be true
Great minds have thunk it out

To me it’s always shocking
That my clothing is extracted
From machines that lose a stocking
They’ve not added, but subtracted

When one sock is thus mislaid
I tend to get morose
I feel I’ve been betrayed
While washing out my clothes

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Comments (2)

I like this. Good title, rhymes & effectiveness. Think about how that poor sock feels, to never again see it's sole mate. - chuck
I like this Stan, I don't believe a poem's, a poem, without rhyme. I don't like free verse