SOCKS
poem by:
Mick Reid
Written
on Aug 30, 2019
SOCKS Oh no! Today is that day we must fear he has not changed his socks in a year his feet were once pink now it is the colour of stink so do be careful and don't get so near! Oh no! He is peeling them off very slow releasing the rotten smell into the air flow the stiffness is creaking and the flakes are reeking i reckon in the dark they would really glow Oh no! They are free of his large fetid feet and standing erect next to his bench seat look! they are a-walking soon they will be talking the stench was putrid but somehow sweet Oh no! My olfactory sensation is in despair the malodour began to foul the fresh air dangerous choking gases fogging up his glasses before he begins to peel off a second pair!
Tags: Happy, Humor, Rhyme, Fear, Weird,
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A previous user commented on Aug 31, 2019 at 7:51pm
What a funny poem.
Did you know that socks are the most important item to a homeless person.
They have set up donations for this very thing.
Have a nice day.
