A week or so ago I told Jesse that I had written a poem about socks. It took me a while to dredge this one up, but here it is. It’s an early effort at a “funny” poem. I don’t think I really succeeded. Oh well.
–sam
A Mother’s Advice
Love is a dirty pair socks;
ecstasy, the bitter-sweet scent of sweat
and new shoes; socks
draped over a corner of an unmade double bed
with stained, worn sheets.
Darling, don’t deify
a dirty set of socks in vain.
Make sure, at the very least,
that it’s a pair
of dress socks.
Groovy! 🙂
Jesse
just a simple yes or no question just wanted to know sorry
Yes, but who are you?