Dirty Laundry

A prose poem for kids

A dirty cotton sock near the top of the hamper turned to his mate and said, “Don’t you just love laundry day?”

His fellow sock paused for a moment to ponder the question. “I suppose it’s nice to be worn again after a week of waiting around.” A pair of gym shorts shifted in agreement.

“Don’t you have bigger dreams?” the dirty sock shook his cuff in disgust.

“What could we possibly accomplish as socks?” the sock mate said.

The dirty sock’s toe curled into a smile. “I propose that we hop out of the clean clothes pile and make a break for the"” But they wouldn’t let him finish.