A sock can be a comfort to
a chilly soul and sole,
and in the summer ventilate
through some old worn-through hole.
The sensuous feel of satin socks,
the warmth of useful wool,
or nylon on a silken leg
as paddle she will pull.
These things I’ve known that warm the feet,
and listed up above,
shut out another thing I know
that I have grown to love,
that stamps its unique brand upon
a girl who never fails,
for socks of any kind will hide
her brightly shining nails.
I’ve seen her as she paddles in
a spanking bright canoe,
with toe-nails painted brightest red
against the water’s blue.
What girl wants socks when sitting where
her paddling makes her sweat,
and every little splash she makes
gets her socks soaking wet?
One stays in shape by paddling through
each season of the year.
A sexy shape is what girls seek:
at least from what I hear.
The thing I wish to recommend,
I think is only fair:
Wear socks on feet when chilly, but
in summer, keep them bare!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem