Nobody ever darns
Socks anymore
Mine with their holes in
Are left in a drawer
What a great waste
When there’s ever so many
Grey, black and blue
But brown haven’t any
Most of them nylon
With not many wool
Colours aren’t bright
I prefer my socks dull
Often in pairs
There is only one hole
Fully worn out
Having fulfilled its role
But what if I changed
And only wore black
Then for every two pairs
I would get one pair back
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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Cute, I enjoyed reading this poem of yours. Gave to me a smile :)