Sock Suck-cess!A Poem by Aarti SriramSock Suck-cess! Whenever I do my laundry, the big spreads take time
folding If I do not for days, then from my mother I get
scolding But one thing for sure even she cannot seem to be
solving One each of blue, furry, and satin socks all gone, now missing Seems like socks have a plan to roam around after
each wash They plausibly have hideouts near the machine after the slosh They surely love to get washed, soaped, rinsed, and
aired Where do they go after, never to come back and get paired It has been a sock mystery from childhood till my
marriage Now I only buy black socks, so none are left behind
in the carriage Every time I see colourful and soft ones to buy to
go with my dress I think I won’t lose, but I do... a brilliant escape, you impress I think my husband steals them and he thinks I pair
them wrong Little caps, bralette even scarves are there in
place even a thong Folded clothes slip and slide, as I search, folding
again, I dare So many socks, I have tried to pair, can you find a
match anywhere Just when you think you have now found the pair perfect
One mysteriously goes missing and singles out
like a defect Leaving you with a sock drawer full of mismatched
styles Like gold and precious documents, I think I need
sock files So many divorced pair of socks, I think after wash
they like to be single Now it’s a fashion: wear a blue sock with a pink
sock, ready to mingle Even so all my black socks look paired the hidden
socks never got caught More than 20 socks went missing from the new stock
I bought, then sought . © 2024 Aarti SriramFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on November 5, 2024 Last Updated on November 11, 2024 AuthorAarti SriramAboutI am re-discovering life and more free time as an empty nester. Recalling so many days, giggles, events and emotions as I go about my day. Children bring a whole album of meaning, structure , strengt.. more..Writing
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