Well there were these pair of socks.
Actually they were a dirty pair of socks.
Dirty? Filthy would be a better description.
Anyway there they were, in innocence
Mouldering slumber until, some eejit
Asked why, were they sleeping on the chair.
Seemed a logical place to me.
Strangely others didn’t think so.
Anyway, under great duress to the socks I awoke them.
Put them in the machine.
You may ask what sort of machine. A washing machine.
Is there any other sort of machine
For a dirty smelly slumbering pair of socks? NO!
I didn’t think so. Of course there is the bin.
Though maybe I should have asked them,
The socks that is, to crawl under the chair.
After all they had been living there.
You may ask yourself
where this tale of the socks is heading.
I haven’t a clue.
Maybe I should have just asked the socks
Where they happy living on the chair
And not listened to a couple of
eejits in the first place.
