Random thoughts, poems, jottings, and as it says, musings. About anything and everything!
Saturday, 24 January 2015
Socks was the theme for the week in a Poetry group I belong to, so here is my contribution. Please note the photo above is by way of illustration, and those are neither my socks nor my feet! It was a chance to do a more humorous poem, and I hope you like it.
Never a matching pair, I exclaim
But who on earth should I blame? It is Gremlins, said my Uncle Sam, Ones who eat green eggs and ham; A space warp swallows them said My sister, searching beneath her bed The Twilight Zone, Rod Serling says, By a mysterious stranger, wearing Fez; But go they do, one sock stays still: The other vanished, for good or ill; And so unmatched, all in a heap, Should I throw out, or should I keep, Perchance I find another pile? I keep on hoping all the while! Does God exist? a question bold But I’d prefer to just be told Where all my socks go every day, And how they vanish swift away; A quantum puzzle, like that cat Schrödinger’s socks, I quite like that! In the drawers, place a pair: But look, and one is never there!