My tootsies stay warm
Through a winter storm
In my pink striped socks.
I slide down the hall -
Slip-slide but not fall
In my pink striped socks.
Curled up on the couch
Each foot in its pouch
In my pink striped socks.
I enjoy each day
In my unique way
In my pink striped socks.
2 comments:
It warms my heart that you wrote a poem about me and my socks.
Um, no, this is my poem about my socks. Unless you've acquired pink socks? Get your own poem, Dad.
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