Dressing In The Dark Poem by Phil Soar

Dressing In The Dark



I dressed in the dark this morning
I guess that's why my socks don't match
Or my underpants cannot relax
Why the trousers that reach to my toes
Smell like they should be comatose
Why the shoes I wear have lost their soles
And my cardigan has gaping holes

I must pay my power bills

Friday, December 9, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: silly
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