Sock6/21/07 –Janice I. Gardner

It's juicy and saggy and smelly and worn

And whenever I touch it I'm repeatedly scorned.

It's in the closet and the hamper;

After gym it's even damper.

When they aren't looking I sneak and snatch

But they always find my catch.

It's okay, I understand.

'Cause when no one's home,

I'll meet my demand.

That dirty white skin you put over your foot

Will be the least of your worries when I find your boot.