oh, these chinese socks
spic and span at the store
they have the touch of
a hubby's smartness
and shilling cheap
now after two wearings
and one washing
they perch on the floor
each a mouse
small, black and round
turning rebels
refusing to take
any of your errands
fingers or foot
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem until that analogy John, which I found a bit sick to be honest. Tai, hoping you will dump this one quick!