Make me, O socks, thy spinning wheel complete.
Thy cotton fabric softly embrace my toes.
Colorful patterns engulf eager feet.
Our intimate desires, only we shall know.
Without thee, my shoes wouldn't feel the same.
Without thee, I would walk all in shame.
Thee appears to me in purples, reds, blues, and greens.
How I look forward everyday to hold you!
I carefully stitch love into each of your seams.
My death would imminent t'were I sold you.
Looks of anger and envy we get from all.
You loved me through the years, whether feet big or small.
Enduring smelly sporting events,
Thy held sure and strong.
Thy stood with me in every bitter-sweet moment.
May thee threads hold together long.
Thine cushioning support touches my heart.
Of every day's attire, you're my favorite part.
(this is a play off of 'Huswifery' by poet Edward Taylor)
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