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.