Saturday, February 17, 2018

Socks/Sox



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Belated thoughts upon learning of Wesley's birthday gift of a box of socks:

a box of socks

well, that rocks; and

better than smocks,
frocks - heaven's no -
or blocks - no longer

the only knocks 
    are sorting and picking up 
those socks 

to restore to the box, 
   
   though for a smart and 
fox-like chap
   named Wes, no problem

   unless a brother 

slyly hocks 
   one or two from 

the box of socks.

If caught,
    he'll lose his share 

of lox.

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