A Poem About Socks

Hanes and co.
They have my sole
Or I have theirs
(It’s hard to know)
The point is that we’ve little dough
Because, although,
I tell them, “No!”
My boys will blow
Socks through the toes
Because they grow
And I can’t sew

Darn it.


9 thoughts on “A Poem About Socks

  1. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! For me it’s pants. Stupid pants. No joke, my sons have blown the knees in seven pairs of pants this season. Wrecked three coats. Two pairs of snowpants. Two hats. One pair of boots.


    I get your poem, is my point. πŸ™‚

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