Socks Poem by Lamar Cole

Socks

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Whenever Monty changed his socks.
It was a treat.
Because he would wear them until they were welded to his feet.
Even though the socks were made of cotton.
Unwashed socks still smell rotten.

Monday, October 23, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: people
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kumarmani Mahakul 23 October 2017

Beautifully crafted with humour and fun. Nice work. Thanks for sharing.

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Rini Shibu 23 October 2017

Hehe..cant imagine God. you are very smart to make all laugh

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