Dogs love socks, and like to tug on them.
And prefer the ones, which on the feet have been.
This is a strange phenomenon one that makes me think.
Perhaps it is the way they smell or the way they stink.
I know he likes the stinky ones for I have done a test.
The socks that come right off my feet are those that he likes best.
Roll up those stinky socks and throw them in the air.
The way he grabs the stinky ones to new ones won't compare.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem