Ode to my Stinky, Dirty, Gross, and Holey Socks
(a playful love poem)
Oh, stinky, dirty, gross, and holey socks!
Oh, how you protect my room!
Your stink scares people away.
Oh, your holes are in just the perfect spot.
I can use you as gloves.
Please forgive me for cutting the holes though.
Oh, my true love,
Would you please hide so no one washes you?
My love for you would simply disappear if you got washed.
If you don’t hide,
The smell of stinky socks will disappear,
And someone will wash you!
Your plush mold is spreading around my room.
I love you . . . . .
But Dad will ground me if I don’t wash you.
I’m so sorry.
Let’s marry before I have to wash you. . . . .
Actually, . . . . .
Maybe after I wash you.
You stink so much!
Sorry!
