I Love You, My Socks
What a strange paradox!
The closer people get,
The more you treat them like socks.
They exist, but you can't tell,
You notice them,
Only when they smell.
Then it's time for the detergent of love,
As soon as they're shining,
They're back as a foot's glove.
You tell them that you really care,
But your friends know the truth,
They say, “What a wonderful pair.”
Glimpses of reality one day you'll snatch,
You'll see you've been a sock too,
And now you don't match.
What went wrong, you'll wonder and think,
As you're tumble dried,
In the washing machine of a shrink.
Before life deals you such unsavoury knocks,
At least take time to say,
“I love you my socks”.
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