The Returning

A bit of silliness.

(sequel to Joan The Sock)

 

 

Joan the sock turned up today, 

appears she'd never gone away, but 

  for months and months she wasn't here,

her whereabouts wasn't clear.

 

In a sewing basket not so far away,

waiting, waiting she patiently lay,

waiting for that darning stitch,

thought someone had done the 'pitch.'

 

She's laying comfortably in my drawer

  with the sock friends she adores,

once again she takes her place, and 

  on my foot brings a smile on face.

 

So Joan the sock lives again, but 

  the question is until when?

Reviews

[Carola]

what a fun read richard! now i will always think of socks with friends or siblings hahaha! 😀
I enjoyed this poem.
cheerio carola

[Richard M]

Thank you Carola for reading my silliness. Glad you enjoyed it. Joan (named as a pair, but particularly one sock), so named because it fell off the close horse years ago and sports a few ash marks on it. Named Joan after Joan of Arc.
Friends and siblings absoluately! LOL
Have a great day.
Richard

[John the Baptist]

Be careful with those female socks. They're always looking for your Achilles heel.

[Richard M]

Smiling 😊 here! Thank you for reading John. I hadn't thought of that aspect. Joan (a pair of socks collectively, but on more), so named after Joan of Arc, as years ago fell into the fire.
Take care my friend
Richard