Poetry Monday: Socks

We're back, Delores and I, while Diane is away cavorting and restoring her pome-writing brain cells.

(Note: I know I promised not to use "pome" any more, but dang it, sometimes you need a one-syllable word and "poem" just doesn't fit. This is the case again today in my poem below.)

Join us if you dare for this week's topic:  SOCKS. Feel free to leave a poem on either of our blogs, or on your own blog, with a comment here to let us know where to find you.

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Now, I suspect that socks are not something our friends in the Southern Hemisphere want to even think about, with the extreme heat they have been experiencing.

Although I wonder if wearing wet socks would have a cooling effect. I hope I can remember to try this in July.

From October to April in my part of the world, socks are pretty much a necessity. I even have special bed socks I wear to fall asleep in. They are fluffy and somewhat loose. Somehow, by morning, the socks are off even though I don't wake up to remove them. I guess the sentence "sleep knocks my socks off" might apply here. Maybe. Or maybe not.

Anyhow, there are plenty of other uses for socks besides wearing them.

I think many people have seen or heard of a sock monkey:

And sock snowmen:

But have you ever seen a sock parrot?

Sock sheep?

A sock owl?

A sock koala?

Sock kangaroos, with little 'roos in their pockets?

A sock sloth?

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I could go on and on; just Google "sock animals" if you'd like to find more. (Or go to Craft Passion; most of these photos are screen shots from her blog. She does exquisitely detailed pieces; they are amazing. I'm hoping against hope that she doesn't mind me showing her work, although, if she does, and contacts me, I will remove them.)

One last thought on socks: have you ever read Dr. Seuss's well-known children's book called Fox in Socks? Fortunately, Dr. Seuss didn't use up all the words that rhyme with fox and socks; he used only box and Knox, another character in the story. Then he moved on to a bunch of other rhymes. Whew. So there should still be some rhyming words left for me.

Here we go.

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Fashionable Raptors

I'd like to pen
A pome on socks
I can't use fox
Or box or Knox
They're all in use
By Dr. Seuss

Instead I'll write
Of hawks in socks
Who go for walks
In bright red crocs
And take abuse
For their sock use

I'd like to say
The hawks in socks
Don't mind the knocks
Are not flummox'd
By jeering moose
Or sneering goose

But I'd be wrong
The hawks in socks
Form up in flocks
And clean the clocks
Of moose and goose
. . . And kick caboose*


*otherwise known as "kick butt"

You want me to wear WHAT??? No. Just . . . NO. I can kick butt, including donkey butt, without any stinkin' socks or bright red crocs . . .  wait, do you have any yellow crocs instead? . . . you know, to match my handsome (if I do say so myself) yellow markings . . .

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This was a tough poem to complete, because once I finished the first verse I decided to challenge myself to stick with the same rhyme scheme for the rest of the verses: abbbdd. If you look closely you will see I managed all except the "a's" and I had to add a " 'd" on "flummox", but the storyline suffered. Oh well, nothing ventured, nothing learned! I'm happy with it, considering it took thirty minutes to complete, including the final picture and caption. Hah. That's what happens when my "craft" side overpowers my "poetry" side and uses up all the writing time looking at pictures of things made of socks :)

Have a good week, people! Try to stay on the path you intend, instead of wandering off into the bushes at the side of the road like a certain donkey I know . . .

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 When Delores and I come up with a topic for next week, I'll be back with an update!

UPDATE:  Next week's topic is . . . SOUP . . . thank you, Delores!

And here is a picture provided by my son after he read this post:

Is that not awesome??? Yellow "socks" and red crocs :)