The Joy (and Sorrow) of Socks

Some people just have the knack to see poetry even in the most mundane things. Take Wendy Cope, for example. I just love these two poems. You've probably felt the same way so many times about 'socks', but it takes a special eye to put verse to it.

Enjoy.
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The Joy of Socks ~ Wendy Cope

Nice warm socks,
Nice warm socks -
We should celebrate them
Ask a toe!
Toes all know
It's hard to everrate them

Toes say, 'Please
Don't let us freeze
Till we're numb and white
Summer's gone -
Put them on!
Wear them day and night!'

Nice warm socks,
Nice warm socks-
Who would dare to mock them?
Take good care of every pair
And never, ever knock them.

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The Sorrow of Socks ~ Wendy Cope

Some socks are loners -
They can't live in pairs.
On washdays they've shown us
They want to be loners.
They puzzle their owners,
They hide in dark lairs.
Some socks are loners -
They won't live in pairs

(I'm glad I'm not that kind of sock most of the time :) - MW