Socks

Socks stink!
At least they don't shrink.
They warm your feet,
they stay to your shoes beat.
After walking in them all day
they smell like stinky hay.
They walk among us,
and they carry foot fungus.
I love socks, yes I do.
I hope you do too.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Found this poem I wrote in 1992 in my piano bench.

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