Ode To My Socks Poem by Jacob Coleman

Resist the temptation to stare at these
Splendid toes. Peep not on my perfection
Or even eye its squat pedestal; My
Royal feet cannot be safely confined
But by the holiest fabric on Earth!
Nothing less will satisfy this craving.
Cloth of odd character I must confess.
This pair I’m wearing were choice woven
With threads of tasteless white, but dyed to a
Glorious golden by my feet’s wet shine.
How precious and dear and lovely they are:
Socks I’ll wear even to the edge of Loom!