SOCKS
Could someone please invent,
a sock without a seam?
Everyday same ole thing,
my Son, a sock, I scream.
I watch him every morning,
go through the same routine!
It should take him just a moment,
his feet they are so lean.
But it takes fifteen minutes each,
to pull, stretch, and rub.
If he would only take that long,
on each foot to scrub.
He puts one on and pulls it off,
at least a dozen times.
It takes him longer for each sock,
than for these silly rhymes.
When hes about to miss the bus,
thats when I start to scream.
Then he yells,"its not my fault,
its these crummy socks with seams!!"
by...Debbie
true story, my Son used to drive me nuts over his socks!!!lol
boy was that along time ago!!!
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