10 thoughts on “FOR YOUR CONSIDERATION – HOW DID I GET HERE?”
Crazy. Reminds me that I did something like this once a million years ago, only it was earring backs. Must see if I can find that.
Question: A drawer has 50 white socks and 50 black socks but the light is out and the room is pitch black. If a person needs one pair of matching socks, how many will he or she have to pull from the drawer to make sure there is one matched set?
And here’s my thought…..
The Odd Sock Out
I’ve been here from time to time
Usually gummed up with toe jamb and sweat
Following a stuffy time on the move
Sometimes for a day or even more
But, then, the rest of us stunk, too
So it wasn’t like being the odd sock out
But this time is quite different
This time I am the odd sock out
I’m the one that smells like lemons
No sweat stains or toe jamb on me
And best of all I’m static free
A rose in a hamper of smelly thorns
What’s worse, I’m on the very bottom
It will be a long time before laundry day
And my rosy fragrance will be no more
I’d really rather be in the clean sock drawer
Amen
Clever, Earl!
Alone
Out of the drawer, onto the floor,
Lost but not with my one more.
Alone she finds me right where I fell,
Doesn’t bother to use her nose to smell
The fragrance of flowers from a fresh wash.
So, into the dirties she gives me a toss.
Now my mate is safely in the drawer
while I have to go through the wash once more.
Big smile here
Poor little sock.
THE LONE CLEAN SOCK MUSES
Being
in this hamper
hampers my dignity;
I am indignant, and what’s more,
this stinks.
Love it, William!
Sock OCD
Here’s one of those instances
where I wish I was not
impossibly OCD. Nice
and clean, ready for the
drawer, instead, I am stuck
inside a multitude of
malodorous shirts and un-
mentionables. I cringe,
not an easy movement
for a sock. When I am
clean again, my trick
-playing twin will be
laughing his heel off.
POETIC BLOOMINGS 
Crazy. Reminds me that I did something like this once a million years ago, only it was earring backs. Must see if I can find that.
Question: A drawer has 50 white socks and 50 black socks but the light is out and the room is pitch black. If a person needs one pair of matching socks, how many will he or she have to pull from the drawer to make sure there is one matched set?
And here’s my thought…..
The Odd Sock Out
I’ve been here from time to time
Usually gummed up with toe jamb and sweat
Following a stuffy time on the move
Sometimes for a day or even more
But, then, the rest of us stunk, too
So it wasn’t like being the odd sock out
But this time is quite different
This time I am the odd sock out
I’m the one that smells like lemons
No sweat stains or toe jamb on me
And best of all I’m static free
A rose in a hamper of smelly thorns
What’s worse, I’m on the very bottom
It will be a long time before laundry day
And my rosy fragrance will be no more
I’d really rather be in the clean sock drawer
Amen
Clever, Earl!
Alone
Out of the drawer, onto the floor,
Lost but not with my one more.
Alone she finds me right where I fell,
Doesn’t bother to use her nose to smell
The fragrance of flowers from a fresh wash.
So, into the dirties she gives me a toss.
Now my mate is safely in the drawer
while I have to go through the wash once more.
Big smile here
Poor little sock.
THE LONE CLEAN SOCK MUSES
Being
in this hamper
hampers my dignity;
I am indignant, and what’s more,
this stinks.
Love it, William!
Sock OCD
Here’s one of those instances
where I wish I was not
impossibly OCD. Nice
and clean, ready for the
drawer, instead, I am stuck
inside a multitude of
malodorous shirts and un-
mentionables. I cringe,
not an easy movement
for a sock. When I am
clean again, my trick
-playing twin will be
laughing his heel off.